After the two left the house, they headed towards the inn. At this time, the sun was about to set, and the setting sun shone on the way back.
There were originally few passers-by on the streets, and now there were no ghosts at all. Qin Bai knew that there was definitely something weird about this city, otherwise it wouldn't be so deserted.
He went back and ate something to regain his energy. He waited until it got dark before setting off from the inn.
After being tricked by the demon, he could not sleep without avenging his revenge, but he couldn't sleep. In this case, Qin Bai couldn't bear it.
As the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon, shadows cast over the street.
In other areas of Gusu City, people are coming and going, so the lanterns hanging at the door of the shops are still brightly lit, but the deeper you go into this street, the darker it feels.
It seems that everything in this street is a little different at night, as if the worlds of yin and yang are divided here.
Often, the boundaries between humans and ghosts are blurred here.
While the town may appear to be thriving on the surface, everything from mass graves to deserted streets suggests there's something eccentric beneath.
Qin Bai put the golden hammer into the fish bag and had a few more daggers in his arms, ready to use his magical power of forging iron at any time.
When he approached the house, he found that there was a stall at the intersection of the alley that had not yet been opened. The lantern hanging on the signboard curtain looked so eye-catching in the dark night.
Qin Bai walked over without much hesitation. A dagger in his arms shattered, and the teeth in his grinned mouth shone with a metallic luster.
The stall owner is an old man in his sixties or seventies. On this not-so-cold night, he wears thick cotton clothes and coughs from time to time.
When Qin Bai came closer, the old man reacted and said, "What do you want to eat?"
"Just give me some time in the world, but why do you want me to set up the stall so late?"
Qin Bai sat down in his seat with a normal expression and looked around.
"Ahem, cough, cough. Isn't it very late? It seems to me that it's still early."
The old man looked like he was not going to cough up his lungs, as if he would die suddenly in the next second. He waited until he regained his composure and continued.
"Is there anything you want to eat?"
Qin Bai was interested for a moment. He saw that the old man's appearance was indeed somewhat similar to a certain Kaifeng dish sign, and he couldn't help but say.
"Let's go for the hamburger. I want the Supreme Three-layer King Beef Burger. Put less lettuce."
The old man fell into silence. He couldn't understand for a while. Shouldn't normal people order some wonton noodles? What the hell is this hamburger?
Qin Bai suddenly felt a little disappointed and said: "Either a few pieces of finger-licking original chicken, or marinated chicken pieces covered with a layer of batter, wrapped in bread crumbs and deep-fried in oil. The kids next door were so greedy that they cried. .”
"Ahem, cough, cough, I don't have anything here..."
The old man was shaking even more violently, and his eyes were bloodshot and turned red as he coughed.
"What about the fried kid next door? You can't live without it. It doesn't matter what you want. Just tell me what you can do." Qin Bai immediately followed the procedure without any sense of expectation.
"It's such a cold day, why not have a bowl of steaming wontons."
The old man didn't wait for his answer and started to prepare directly. He found a basin and cut green onions and put them in it.
He seemed to be looking around the stalls but couldn't find any meat fillings, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
The old man returned to the chopping board with red eyes, put his arm on the chopping board, then raised the knife and cut off the palm directly.
"This is too dedicated to your job. I won't accept that you won't have one Michelin star next year."
Qin Bai looked at this bloody scene and couldn't help but silently clapped his hands. With this skill and the support of queuing up, wouldn't it be an Internet celebrity store?
After the old man chopped his palms clean, he seemed to find that the meat filling was still not enough, so he turned his eyes to Qin Bai. The kitchen knife in his hand was dripping with blood.
If it were an ordinary person, his legs would have become weak from fear, but Qin Bai thought it was ordinary. For him, using human flesh as stuffing was not the scariest thing. The scariest thing was not realizing it until he got into his stomach.
"Look what I'm doing. Have you ever seen a ravioli seller who asks customers to prepare the ingredients?"
The old man was stunned for a few breaths. He had never seen such diners before, how could he be so courageous?
"Either you help me cut off some of the flesh on my body. I'm in too much pain and can't use my strength..."
He walked towards Qin Bai slowly, blood kept flowing down the wound, and at the same time, the pile of minced meat turned into dense maggots, and his trypophobia was full.
"It's okay, and it makes sense, cutting it is not as fast as smashing it."
Qin Bai replied with a smile. His words immediately stunned the old man, and then a big hammer appeared in his hand.
The old man couldn't help but take a step back. Fear suddenly arose in his heart, but before he could react, the hammer swung down.
In just a few blows, he fell to the ground under Qin Bai's devastating attack, and the sound of broken bones continued to sound.
The dull sound of banging echoed in the street. After Qin Bai felt that the demon in front of him was no longer alive, he turned around and left.
After a while, the puddle of minced meat moved on the chopping board of the stall, and then the old man's face appeared on it, but his facial features were extremely distorted and his eyes were full of fear.
"Fortunately...fortunately, I left a small life."
He murmured to himself, naturally he was frightened as he was only a few seconds away from being physically transcended by the other party.
But before the old man could breathe a sigh of relief, the tall figure turned back again.
Qin Bai's steps were very fast, and soon he would arrive at the stall, and his grimace quickly turned into minced meat again.
After he stepped forward, he took down the lantern hanging on the stall. The road was too dark at night and he was not used to it without some lighting.
When Qin Bai turned around, the old man couldn't help feeling a little more happy, but before he could react, a hammer suddenly fell.
With a bang, not only did the stall fall apart, but the minced meat also turned into ashes.
"If you want to blame it, blame the system. An achievement suddenly popped up."
Qin Bai held the hammer in one hand and the lantern in the other, and walked towards the house.
This wave, this wave is a reverse home visit.
As for the demon at the entrance of the alley, he is just a lonely ghost, relying on frightening others to absorb energy.
There is a fire on the top of the head and a fire on the shoulders. Normally, those demons with insufficient cultivation cannot get close.
But when people are emotionally excited, the three fires will be affected, which also gives the demon an opportunity to take advantage of it.
But in Qin Bai's opinion, compared to seduction, relying on fright is indeed more of a stretch.
Seeing how proficient the tree demon's grandmother is in business, it's no wonder that this old ghost can only sell wontons.
