I can't be a demon

He quietly waited for Zhulang Jin to transform, ignoring the rain soaking his clothes, while the starling hid in the eaves not far away while cursing.

"But..."

Shen Lian had a strange expression. Zhulang Jin had just finished tossing, and an indescribable hunger occupied his brain, and his mouth kept secreting saliva.

"I'm so fucking hungry."

Jinli is nurtured by Qi and blood, and the improvement of the professional panel is obviously not fabricated out of thin air.

Consuming Qi and blood is inevitable.

Shen Lian hurriedly took out the dry food he brought with him and stuffed it into his mouth.

The dry food turned into nutrients, but it only had a drop in the bucket effect.

Shen Lian's eyes were red, and his eyes looked around hungry, even staying on the starling for a few breaths, causing the latter to scream.

"Ah~ bastard, how can the Eighth Master have half a pound of meat!"

Shen Lian ran against the strong wind, unconsciously running Zhulang Jin, and the power was extremely active on the cold and wet rainy night.

………

It rained heavily.

The rain became a flood in just a few minutes.

People rushed to return home. After all, the rain and snow in the deep winter of December were like a sharp knife scraping flesh. Even young and middle-aged people were very likely to catch a cold.

Unlike the deserted streets, the candles in the yamen were always lit.

All the yamen runners wore bamboo hats and drew their swords from their waists. They gathered in groups of two or three and headed towards the center of Xicheng District.

Two Jinwu Guards wore light armor and walked on the top of the eaves as if they were walking on flat ground.

No matter how heavy the rain was, it could not soak their hair. The invisible force blocked the water droplets outside, and the murderous atmosphere spread.

"Tonight, we will kill the Painted Skin Ghost!!!"

Soon after the yamen runners surrounded Xicheng District, the heavy rain stopped inexplicably.

Then, thick fog rose.

Zhu Yihong came to the corner of Hefeng Street, followed by Wang Xin. The two lowered their heads and discussed the matters of killing ghosts, breathing rapidly.

"After a few days of clearing, how many skin ghosts are still hiding in Yanliang Town?"

"No more than one or two."

Zhu Yihong added fearfully: "The surviving skin ghosts are extremely intelligent. They have become more than a hundred by eating people, so they are not easy to find."

Wang Xin took out a talisman that was slowly burning, and only one or two of it was left.

"The alchemist's [Heavenly Talisman] can only bring a moment of heavy rain. Now that the waning moon has not yet come out, it is the best opportunity to deal with the painted skin ghost."

After the heavy rain stopped, the dark clouds gradually began to dissipate.

The sunset enveloped Yanliang Town again.

Zhu Yihong knew that now was the time when the yang energy was not exhausted and the yin energy was just beginning to be born. Even a thousand-year-old ghost would be greatly reduced in strength.

If they didn't seize the opportunity, they wouldn't be able to take out a second celestial talisman.

Wang Xin and the others looked at each other in silence.

Then he signaled the yamen runners to set off immediately, and their swords were smeared with the black dog blood of a young man.

……

At the same time.

The alleys near the outer periphery of Hefeng Street.

"Selling rice cakes, rice cakes with red bean paste filling~~"

A hoarse and old voice echoed. There was a newly erected stall in the corner, and a string of copper bells hanging on the door rang with the wind.

The stall owner was a woman, with a shriveled body that seemed to have no flesh and bones to support it. In her hands, she held a strange rice cake that was as black as ink.

The woman was obviously a skin ghost.

She knew the danger, but the ghost's desire for blood food was difficult to control.

"Guests are coming, children come out to welcome them."

The woman smiled and opened a clay pot, and a pile of stacked human skins came out of it. After being filled with resentment, the human skins turned into the appearance of diners.

The diners chose their seats, and they could no longer tell the difference on the surface.

Once the skin ghost has a hundred years of practice, it can make puppets with human skins, just like a lantern fish fishing for prey with tentacles.

Attract more living people to come.

"Come on, come on, rice cakes, freshly baked rice cakes."

Some diners were praising the taste of the rice cakes, some were complaining about the high price, or discussing the bad things they had encountered a few days ago.

In addition, the resentment of the skin ghost can confuse the mind, without any flaws.

"Someone!"

The woman turned her head and stared at the figure in the dark.

Click.

The footsteps came from far to near.

Shen Lian came to the entrance of the alley and swallowed his saliva. His magical power seemed to sense food far beyond pickled fish, and the fragrance made his hunger worse.

He was hungry.

Bone Blade was hungry too.

Chapter 14 Demon? Just my snack

"Strange, it's light one moment and dark the next."

Shen Lian suppressed his hunger and looked up at the sky. He noticed that the sunset dispelled the dark clouds, and it would take at least more than an hour before the curfew.

There were also shops in Xicheng District that had not closed their doors. After all, the heavy rain came and went in a hurry.

The woman's eyes moved.

Some of the diners pretended to complain and began to pack up and go home.

The woman echoed a few words, waved to Shen Lian and said, "Sir, the rice cakes are hot, I will leave after they are sold."

The steamer was opened, and the unique fragrance of glutinous rice filled the air.

Shen Lian kept drooling, and the bone blade in his chest was hot.

He realized that rice cakes should be able to provide a warrior profession. When he first encountered pickled fish, the bone blade did not react so violently.

"Oh, it's definitely in time to fill my stomach before curfew."

"Myna, you watch outside."

The myna did not talk too much, spread its wings and flew to the top of the eaves near the roof, tilted its head, and looked at the woman with deep eyes.

"Old lady, bring a tray first."

Shen Lian deliberately sat by the entrance and exit, beckoning the woman to bring the rice cakes.

"Here it is."

The woman smiled as usual, and put the black rice into the steamer obscurely, and the invisible resentment poured into it, and the rice cakes were formed in a moment.

After a living person eats rice cake, the resentment will corrode the body and soul, and he will also become a puppet of the skin ghost.

"Guest, try it."

The woman brought the steamer to Shen Lian's table.

The resentment of the rice cake hit him in the face, but Shen Lian didn't notice it at all.

The woman couldn't restrain her greed. The other party was indeed an ordinary mortal. And the Jinwu Guard would not let the resentment get close to him to prevent the ghost from getting possessed.

"Eat it, eat it."

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled after returning to the stall.

Everything seemed to be unusually smooth. She seemed to be able to hear Shen Lian's screams before his death. The latter's abundant blood and qi were worth at least five years of Taoism.

"Old lady is really polite. Next time you set up a stall in the morning market, there are many people there."

Shen Lian couldn't wait to pick up a piece of rice cake, and then used the routine to see the subtle wisdom.

[Rice cake identification successful, court experience +0.42%]

[Rice cake]

[Made by Sun Tang, the ingredients are aged black rice, and it is made after three cooking processes. 】

Just when the appraisal was completed.

"What!!"