If nothing unexpected happened to this person, he was the real-person embalmer who was so fake that it was difficult to fly. He was also called a fake real person.
Following his words, he spilled the wine glass in his hand, and the wine turned into clouds, covering everyone in the hall. The only ones who remained awake, their expressions suddenly changed, but they could not move. They watched the smell of wine entering their mouths, His eyes gradually became hazy.
Wang Zijia's eyes brightened as he looked at the smoky smell of alcohol filling the hall. Of course, he didn't dare to go blind at this moment, so he just took a few sips like a fine wine.
"Value +1023!"
“Good wine!”
"happy!"
"One more dance!"
"······"
At this time, various bold words rang out in the main hall, and it seemed that Wang Zijia suddenly saw such an immortal banquet being performed in the main hall thousands of years ago.
"With wine and no food, how can it be beautiful?"
Following the chief's fake words, plates of delicious delicacies floated in front of everyone.
Spiritual fruit marrow and nectar continued to float on the table. The rich spiritual light almost submerged the entire hall, and the aroma of wine in the hall became even more permeable.
The drunken people began to devour it one by one eagerly.
Wang Zijia also subconsciously picked up a spiritual fruit and tried to put it into his mouth. He opened his mouth to bite, but the tip of his nose smelled the strong smell of blood.
He paused for a moment, his eyes slightly dazed.
Returning to the Consciousness Sea again, I saw more than a dozen points of filthy essence weights being generated, and decisively exchanged them all.
When Wang Zijia came to his senses again, his aura was gone, and the strong smell of blood filled the tip of his nose. After a closer look, he saw that what he was holding in his hand was not a spiritual fruit, it was just a ball of minced meat from demons and ghosts. Mariko.
The minced meat was bright red and squirming slightly.
He lowered his head and looked at the dishes in front of him. There were no other delicacies or delicacies from the immortal family.
The cup was filled with blood-red rotten solution, and the plate was filled with the ghost's broken limbs. Looking around, all the children were munching on these things. Wang Zijia even saw a few human hands.
Each one of them gnawed until their mouths were red with blood, and they had a look of enjoyment on their faces, shouting that it was delicious. The whole thing was like a devil's banquet, like a gluttonous feast.
What made Wang Zijia even more confused was that at some point, several coffins appeared in the main hall, and some generous guests, who had eaten their fill in advance, were led by the waiter to take an intermission.
These people suddenly followed him into the coffin and were carried down.
In the entire hall, the smell of blood has overtaken the smell of wine. Everyone's faces were stained with blood as they ate, and the sound of crunching and gnawing was endless, just like a magic kiln.
Wang Zijia looked at this scene, and his whole body was agitated.
Taking a peek at the fake person on the high platform, Wang Zijia once again felt that the other person was a bit unreal. When he looked again, he found that the other party was also a little drunk, lying on the huge chair and continuing to drink.
Wang Zijia was horrified in her heart, her head lowered, the flesh and blood on her hands squirmed, and a fuwa ghost mouth full of fangs appeared in her palm.
"Click, click!"
He swallowed the meat ball in his hand in a few mouthfuls, and then started to grab other food and pretended to put it into his mouth. Before it was put into his mouth, it was completely devoured by the ghost mouth in the palm of his hand.
"Everyone, it would be boring to have a banquet without immortals!"
At this time, the half-drunk Fake Master suddenly waved his hand, and in a daze, Wang Zijia saw a page of drawing paper fly out.
Everyone looked up subconsciously and found that the roof above their heads had disappeared. In the clouds and mist close in front of them, an immortal attic appeared, with several immortals inside looking down.
"Would you like to go to heaven and discuss the Tao with all the immortals?"
"Pindao wishes!"
"The Immortal chooses me!"
"······"
One by one, they were fighting for each other as if they were out of their minds.
After being selected, he flew into the sky and began to discuss Taoism with the immortal family. When he was tired, he rested in the clouds. The clouds roll and relax, just like a true fairy.
Wang Zijia lowered his head and exchanged the few wine value weights that had just emerged again. The illusion of the sky was gone, and there was no fairy loft left. It was all a spiritual house and a large paper coffin that formed a white cloud.
As some individuals were selected, they entered the Immortal Palace to discuss the Tao. Wang Zijia looked at them one by one and lay down in the coffin with satisfaction and peace on his face.
Wang Zijia lowered his head, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible. In the entire hall, he was the only one who was still awake at this moment. Even Gu Xuefeng, the Taoist master of the sect, was now eating the flesh and blood of those monsters.
With Wang Zijia on tenterhooks, the banquet lasted for a full two hours, and there were only a few dozen people left in the hall out of hundreds.
If Wang Zijia hadn't worried that the person in charge was a real person, a legendary third-grade undertaker, he would have run away long ago if it was just a wine offering.
"The banquet is closed today, please meet again tomorrow for the Dharma gathering!"
With a word from the fake real person, he quietly disappeared.
The remaining dozens of people, who had completely forgotten their emotions and entered their roles, just left with satisfaction.
Their faces were covered in blood, and there were occasional scraps of meat on their clothes, but they looked like they were enjoying themselves, as if they had eaten a bellyful of fine wine, which made them look a little scary.
Wang Zijia mingled among them and left quietly. As for Liu Chengyu, during the first intermission, he took the initiative to lie down in the coffin and was carried down.
At that time, Wang Zijia was worried that she would not be able to take care of him before it was too late.
After hurriedly leaving the holiday garden and returning to the cave, Wang Zijia immediately closed the door.
"call······"
At this time, Wang Zijia breathed a long sigh of relief.
Originally, he had thought that if the weird things developed, he would not take risks if there was a chance and just follow the plot. But now it seems that this is completely impossible.
The power of the fake real person's movements today was completely beyond what Wang Zijia could compete with.
"Since following the straight path of the plot won't work, we can only see if we can take a side road and exploit loopholes!"
Wang Zijia thought for a long time and finally decided to take the risk and try a game-breaking idea he had yesterday.
If we really wait until tomorrow for the Dharma conference, who knows what will happen. Anyway, what he can be sure of is that even if he uses all the means and risks his life, he will definitely not be able to defeat the fake person at present.
Regardless of whether the other party is a real person or a trickster, he is not something he can contend with now.
After making the decision, Wang Zijia thought for a long time, and after thinking about his own response methods, his mind moved.
The ghost mist rose, and the five ghosts appeared, then immediately escaped into the void and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Wang Zijia looked at the sky. It was so gray that it was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.
Wang Zijia no longer hesitated, took out the cave command talisman and triggered it.
After a while, a boy came in a hurry and greeted Wang Zijia: "Senior, please call me here, but do you want to renew the lease?"
(End of chapter)
