The fog seemed to slow down.
People in the middle thought of many ways, using talismans, magic weapons, passing torches in, stirring knives in, and even pushing people in. It was the same, there was no change at all, and there was not a single ripple.
The fog shrinks a little, and people move back a little.
Soon, dozens of remaining believers were crowded into a palm-sized space in front of the wooden building.
"Young Master, this is not the way to go." One person pointed to the dilapidated wooden building in front, "The building just now did not change in the fog. It is better to go in and take shelter."
"No." The old man immediately objected. "It's clear that Yan Xinglie deliberately lured us here tonight. There must be a scam in the building!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the dense fog closing suddenly accelerated.
Those on the edge were caught off guard and swallowed.
The frightened person couldn't hold it any longer, so he raised his feet and ran into the building. Someone took the lead, and the crowd immediately surged. Even if there were still people who had doubts, they were dragged into the building by the crowd.
Cheng Liang entered the building, and for a moment, he felt as if he had buried his head in water.
Then, the sudden brightness made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He could only squint to see some colorful images, and there were faint sounds of playing, singing, tunes, and shouting in his ears. At first, they were faint and seemed to be far away in the horizon. In the blink of an eye, his ears were full. , I just feel like I am in it.
Gradually he opened his eyes, and he was surprised to find that the surroundings were the expected gloomy old buildings. What he saw was: a bright and clean lobby, neatly arranged tables, chairs and benches, a smiling shop owner behind the counter, and shuttles between seats. The waiters in the hall, the scholars talking eloquently, the warriors drinking and boxing, the actors playing and singing some lowly people, and even the yellow dogs wagging their tails and begging for food under the table.
This is clearly an inn in a busy city, and it can be said that business is booming.
Blindfold?
Cheng Liang touched the Eight Immortals table next to him, feeling the rough texture of the tabletop, and took a deep breath. His nose was filled with the smell of food and wine.
What you see with your eyes, hear with your ears, smell with your nose, and touch with your hands, the texture of life almost hits your face. This conjecture was quickly overturned by himself.
But in the blink of an eye, the ruins turned into a busy city, and the dilapidated buildings turned into an inn. If it wasn't a deception, what could it be?
He couldn't help but look back.
The sky outside is just right, and the streets are full of people.
Cheng Liang had already agreed with the old man's statement from the bottom of his heart.
This is a trap.
But where is Yan Xinglie who set the trap?
He looked up and unexpectedly saw that Yan Xinglie and his entourage did not hide. Instead, they were sitting blatantly in the opposite corner by the window. The white sheep transformed by the saint was roughly stuffed under the table. There was a huge table on the table. On the table with food and wine, the three of them were drinking wine and looking at the excitement here.
The more confident he is, the less Cheng Liang dares to act rashly.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Suddenly, a voice came from beside him. He silently held the talisman in his arms tightly, and then he looked around, but it was the shopkeeper who had walked out of the counter and came to his side. He bent down and... He tried his best to raise his face and smiled like a ball of white dough, looking flattering and funny.
Cheng Liang didn't dare to be careless at all, his mind was racing and he was thinking about how to deal with it, when he felt a tightness on his shoulders and staggered. He was unexpectedly squeezed out of the way by someone, and a fat monk and a man got stuck in front of him. A skinny Taoist.
Thief bald slave!
He was about to get angry, but his expression changed, and he sneered and retreated into the crowd.
This place is so evil!
Now that we have these two reckless men, we can use them to explore the road.
He calmly looked at the team of "his own people". After a lot of tossing by the mist among the hundreds of White Lotus cultists, there were only a few dozen left, except for a few crooked melons and split jujubes under his command. , most of the remaining ones are left-handed masters brought by Bailian Zuoshi. At the moment, they were all staring at the monk who came forward, either sneering or remaining silent, all with the same calculation as Cheng Liang.
One monk is fat and the other is thin. They seem to have a huge difference in appearance, but they are actually two brothers. They are both monks and practitioners. Monk Yao said.
The two brothers have always been rampant in Hebei and are well-known tyrannical figures. This time, they were dragged to this plum rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River by Bai Lian Zuo Shi. They were tossed back and forth all night. Now they finally met their real master and they were in awe. Finally, his anger could not be suppressed.
The skinny Taoist had a gloomier temperament, holding his rat whiskers and sneering. The fat monk had a violent temper and was the first to get into trouble.
"Bearded thief! You can make Buddha suffer a night of cold rain!"
While shouting curses, he was about to come forward to fight.
At this moment, the shopkeeper moved and stood in front of the monk.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Cheng Liang perked up.
coming!
Unexpectedly, the seemingly reckless fat monk did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked at the people behind him with contempt. It turned out that the monk was not unaware of his accomplice's evil thoughts, but he just felt that he had strong magic power and was confident.
He opened his mouth, looked at the store up and down many times, shook the flesh on his face, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped the store owner on the head.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound.
The shopkeeper's neck suddenly broke, and his head hung dangling behind his shoulders.
He staggered back two steps, but did not fall over the body. Instead, he stood firm and raised his hand to support his head.
"Kakakakakaka"
In the sound of bone rubbing against bone.
The shopkeeper slowly straightened the head bit by bit, and finally tightened it like a screw, and put on that funny and flattering posture and smile again.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Sure enough, he's not a human!
Of course, no one is surprised.
"How dare you let yourself go in front of the Buddha!"
The fat monk was mentally prepared. He just sneered and took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, swung it into a round shape and hit it with his head.
Each of the dense white beads is the size of a little kid's fist, and there is a fierce wind between them. If you listen carefully, you can hear a high-pitched cry from the sound piercing the air.
This is not an ordinary wooden bead, but a white bone relic refined with a secret method. When it hits a person, the blood will disappear and the bones will rot, and when it hits a ghost, the soul will be scattered. It is the murderous weapon in the hands of this evil monk.
"Snapped."
There was a muffled sound. The prayer beads hit the store owner firmly on the forehead.
However.
"well."
The store owner squeaked softly, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
The prayer beads bounced high and then scattered all over the floor.
The monk's eyes widened, the thin Taoist man's beard was torn off, and the White Lotus cult members were silent, but the noise around them remained the same.
"Hey, guests, please don't throw things away."
The shopkeeper complained and bent down to pick up the scattered beads.
"Please take care of me, little one, and keep cleaning."
After saying that, after picking up the beads, he had to hand them back to the monk.
The monk didn't accept it, and it didn't matter if he didn't. He only made his fat face turn red.
"puff."
A sneer was particularly harsh.
The monk looked angrily, but the laughing scholar shook his glass at him and turned to talk to Li Changan. He just opened his mouth and opened his mouth, obviously speaking for the benefit of others.
"Taoist Priest, do you know where this place is?"
"But I don't know."
"This place seems real and illusory, half in the underworld and half in the human world. Therefore, ordinary mortal spells, when they arrive here, are rootless and have no effect at all. It sounds strange and mysterious, but in fact it happens all the time in the world."
Li Changan shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't be aggressive."
"Ghost market."
This answer obviously did not convince everyone in the White Lotus Sect, and the great monk started to yell and curse.
"fart."
Don't blame them for scoffing. The so-called "ghost market" is a ghost town formed by a group of ghosts who linger in a certain place according to their habits during their lifetime. It is very common in these troubled times, everyone in the scene is also a veteran of the world, and monsters and ghosts are often dealt with. How can a mere ghost market be so dangerous? !
The great monk only thought that the scholar was talking nonsense and laughed at him.
The anger that had been suppressed by the defeat just now was ignited again in the blink of an eye.
He stepped forward suddenly, and his body suddenly swelled up. Pieces of his clothes were torn apart, revealing his bronze-colored skin. He had already used the Vajra Dharma.
If magic doesn't work, then use brute force!
His eyes were cracked.
"Buddha, destroy you first!"
After saying that, he used his fingers to make claws, and in the blink of an eye, he had already clasped it on the shopkeeper's forehead. The veins on his hands popped out, as if they were made of steel. Just pinching them gently, and holding them like a rotten watermelon, with juice flying everywhere.
However.
"It turns out that the monk is not a guest."
The shopkeeper sighed quietly and saw that with just a flick of his hand, the "Fat King Kong" started spinning with the top. Then he reached out and grabbed the monk by the back of his neck, and finally threw it out the door with a gentle toss. outside.
The transformation happened so fast that the thin Taoist priest had no time to save the monk. He only hurriedly typed a "talisman" and heard another soft sigh in his ears.
"It turns out that he is a Taoist priest and not a guest."
The world was spinning for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on the long street outside the building, and everything in his body ached. He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move his hands and feet. He looked around in panic, and saw that pedestrians on the street had gathered around him, holding down his hands and feet.
"Paji."
A few drops of fishy liquid fell on his nose.
He looked up.
A skinny and pale old man was holding his bun, his eyes more white than black staring at him, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His mind went blank, and he turned his face away in a daze and helplessness. Only through the cracks in the crowd could he catch a glimpse of the shopkeeper waving his hand lightly.
Suddenly.
Pedestrians no! The group of ghosts were like wild dogs fighting for food. You want an arm, I want a piece of heart and soul. In a blink of an eye, they devoured both of them, and then dispersed in a crowd, hiding in a dark corner. There was some chatter and laughter. The sound of gnawing.
The long street outside the gate was quickly filled with new pedestrians.
The sky was just right, there were so many people walking around, and everything was still the same.
There was only a large pool of blood in front of the door, slowly seeping into the cracks in the stone slabs.
The shopkeeper turned his head again, showing a funny and flattering smile.
"Guest, it's better to stay in the hotel."
