There was a night banquet in the Huatang, and the people were dancing and singing drunkenly.
The candlelight is flickering in the mantle, and the carved beams and painted pillars are exquisitely decorated. It is no exaggeration to say that this villa is a prince's palace. There are vivid pictures on the walls that attract people's imagination. The painter's skills are exquisite, and the characters' bodies are beautifully and beautifully painted. He is a true talent. .
There are many people in the lobby, all of them are sexy and sexy women in scantily clad clothes, and their every move is telling stories of confusion.
Copper cranes holding candles, luxurious screens, soft carpets, and the furnishings in the house always show luxury. They are not illusions or magic, but true decorative luxury.
The night banquet is intoxicating, and the music and singing are dancing to the hearts of the people.
Bai Yu found a seat with a horizontal knife in his hand, holding a blade of grass in his mouth and sneered. The charming woman gave up her seat in panic.
"whispering sound"
He curled his lips and sat down carelessly. The food on the low table was made of burnt paper and could not be eaten by strangers. Filling his mouth with paper ashes would bring bad luck.
Old Huixian sat down and put the bamboo basket aside.
The cobra with the bamboo basket on its head banged against the pillar, turned and bumped against the table, then stumblingly swam to the old Huixian and coiled itself up in a platter, shaking its head, probably hoping that Huixian would take off the bamboo basket.
Five or six sexy and charming women surrounded Huixian, but Bai Yu was left aside.
They are all little ghosts. The so-called ghost king has not yet come out. Poor old Hui Xian is surrounded by a group of coquettish female ghosts and is teasing him. I hope it will not leave a mark in his heart.
Several women danced with unsightly postures. They would probably be titled Dance Kings in modern times.
The little tongue in his mouth stirred the grass leaves, and his eyes turned into snake eyes.
Huatang is real. The women turned into ghosts wearing gorgeous human skins. They killed young and beautiful girls, skinned them and wore them. The skins had to be peeled while they were alive to keep their texture fresh. They felt the same as real people. Evil cultivators created them here. He built a Xiaoyao Cave for pleasure. No wonder not many evil cultivators can succeed in cultivation, and their energy is wasted on female ghosts.
There is a female ghost who is becoming more and more courageous and wants to look through the bamboo basket
Snapped
The sword hit the low table, and the female ghosts fell into silence.
Seeing Bai Yu's attack, Hui Xian thought he wanted to destroy these ghosts. His compassion overflowed and he couldn't bear the ghosts' souls disappearing, so he hurriedly tried to stop them.
"Donor Bai, you are impatient again."
Rolling your eyes, blades of grass swaying.
Two people walked in from the back door behind the large screen in the main seat, a man and a woman, and took their seats gracefully.
The woman's clothes were half-undressed and she was dripping with sweat, and her face was flushed. The man was sweating profusely and put on a robe casually. The two of them had obviously just done something nice in the backyard. The woman was just a female ghost in human skin, with charming eyes like silk. She also has a pretty face but is full of resentment, and few men can control her, except of course Lao Huixian and Xiao Shitou.
A certain snake sneered, he was lucky, he defeated the ghost king and the evil cultivator at once. The ghost king was just a ghost cultivator who had condensed the ghost elixir. The evil cultivator was also in the golden elixir stage. He would try to deal with it with a cup of tea later.
The evil cultivator in silk and satin was deeply fascinated at the first sight of Bai Yu.
"What a skin hahaha"
The evil cultivator was intoxicated by the exquisite face, his hands trembled with excitement, and he did not even look at the female ghost nearby who was resentful and dissatisfied, like an artist focusing on a certain exquisite work of art.
"Girl, please don't damage your skin. Your skin will be my most perfect collection. I will hold a banquet for it and invite my colleagues to appreciate it."
Hearing this, Bai Yu was indifferent.
"Pooh"
After spitting out the blades of grass and grabbing the horizontal knife, Lao Huixian was still lowering his head and closing his eyes, silently reciting that color is emptiness.
The female ghost stood up and looked at Bai Yu with angry eyes. Bai Yu didn't know where her sour and vinegary smell came from. She was just a female ghost in human skin. She couldn't be so serious.
"Sir, I have brought you a skin bag." The female ghost changed her face and said sweetly.
"It's very good to remember not to break the appearance."
"Don't worry, sir."
It turned around and turned into an angry face again, and the speed was not unpleasant. The translucent veil swept across the floor, and the high hair ornaments on the top of the head made a certain snake feel very heavy. Unfortunately, I don't know which unlucky beauty was skinned by her.
The female ghost walked to Bai Yu and stood still, her eyes fierce.
A certain snake punched unceremoniously
Bangji
The Ghost King's pretty face was turned to the back by Bai Yu's punch. Strangely, the eye sockets were sunken like a piece of broken plasticine, and a bit like a rubber ball. The chirping sound just now was like the sound of an air bag being hit.
“It’s actually this kind of sound effect”
The female ghost king turned her head and looked at a certain snake fiercely, and the pit on her face gradually recovered.
Bangji
Another punch, and the air bag sound effect was played again. This punch hit the female ghost's entire face into an eggplant shape. Looking at the evil cultivator, Bai Yu was shocked that it had such a strong taste. Look at this face, it was completely beaten into one. Zhang Cake
After being beaten repeatedly, the female ghost king screamed angrily.
"ah"
Moving a step laterally, Bai Yu stood in front of Lao Huixian, Xiao Shitou and Cobra, blocking the soul impact that was attacking them. If they were hit, they would become idiots.
In the hall, the female ghost king roared and screamed angrily. The sound waves were clearly visible like waves, and the white rain was as motionless as rocks in the sea.
Inside the bamboo basket, Xiao Shitou was suddenly awakened by the scream and sat up. When he saw the situation outside, he decided to hide in the bamboo basket and not come out. He quietly moved the banana leaves to cover it more tightly. Huixian, who had been silently thinking that color is empty, was panicked.
After three breaths, the shouting stopped.
Bangji punched the female ghost king's head back into her cavity again.
"I don't know what the ghost is saying. You think I did something to you? You have a loud voice, right?"
Huixian shouted in panic.
"Donor Bai, can you recite sutras now?"
"Did you just remember that you should recite sutras? Didn't I tell you to act based on my looks? Apart from being virtuous, you are really unreliable."
"Donor Bai, you are impatient again. I won't listen to this. If you don't tell me, how will I know? It's obviously you who asked me to look at your eyes, but your eyes told me to recite sutras. You should have told me earlier. If you don't tell me, How do I know? I can recite sutras only after I know them. Reciting sutras is something I am born with. Even so, you have to tell me."
Bai Yu felt like ten thousand flies buzzing above his head.
"Master Zing, you should change your reading to another sutra. I feel dizzy when I recite this sutra."
"You should have told me earlier."
Huixian sat upright, took out the wooden fish and placed it in front of him, muttering scriptures and the sound of the wooden fish echoed in the lobby.
The down-and-out Huixian was an accomplished monk. The monk's chanting was so effective that the low-level ghosts screamed, rolled and crawled away. The sound of the scriptures seemed to appear directly in his head and could not be driven away.
The fight started.
The evil cultivator was sitting in the high seat, wondering whether he should take action or how to save his skin. A violent snake beat the female ghost king around and ran around the room. Old Huixian was chanting sutras. The ghosts were not allowed to come near. The old monk Sitting there in silence, a snake comes back and forth and beats up the female ghost. The scene is harmonious and warm.
A female ghost used ghost magic to attack Huixian, but she was knocked down by a cobra staring at the bamboo basket, and her skin bag leaked and instantly turned into a piece of skin.
As a result, there was another cobra in the chaotic scene who was in a daze at the human skin on the ground and wore a bamboo basket on his head. He wanted to chat with more like-minded people about "The New White Snake Asks the Immortal", "and chat with more book friends about their favorite books."
