Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The thick fog seemed to slow down.

The people in the middle thought of many ways, using talisman, using implements, passing in torches, stirring in knives, and even pushing people in. Same thing, without the slightest change, the ripples can't make a trace.

When the mist gathers a little, people step back a little.

Soon the surviving followers of the dozens of numbers were squeezed into the palm-sized area in front of the wooden building.

"Young Master, it's not a way to go on like this." One person pointed to the dilapidated wooden building in front of him.

"No." The old man immediately objected. "Tonight, it is obvious that Yan Xinglie deliberately lured me to wait until this, there must be fraud in the building!"

The voice fell, and the speed of the dense fog suddenly accelerated.

The people on the edge were caught off guard and swallowed in.

Wherever the frightened person could bear it, he raised his foot and rushed into the building. When someone took the lead, the crowd immediately rushed into the building.

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Cheng Liang entered the building, and for a moment, he felt as if he had buried his head in the water.

Then, the sudden light made him unable to open his eyes. He only squinted to see some colorful images, and some singing, tunes, and shouting sounded vaguely in his ears... At first, it seemed as if it was far away in the sky, but in a flash, his eyes were full. I lost my ears, I just felt my body in it.

Gradually opening his eyes, he was surprised to find out what was expected to be the gloomy old house around him. What he saw was: a bright and clean lobby, neatly arranged tables, chairs and benches, a shop with a smile behind the counter, and the seats shuttled between the seats. The running hall, the eloquent scholar, the martial artist who drinks and punches, plays and sings the actresses of the lippa, and even the yellow dog who wags his tail and begs for food under the table...

This is clearly an inn in the busy city, and it can be called a prosperous business.

Obscure?

Cheng Liang touched the table of Eight Immortals beside him, feeling the rough texture of the tabletop, and took a deep breath. His nose was full of the smell of food and wine.

What I see with my eyes, what I hear with my ears, what my nose smells, and what I touch with my hands, the texture of life almost blows across my face. This conjecture was quickly overturned by him himself.

But in this instant, from a ruin to a downtown, from a dilapidated building to an inn, what would it be if it weren't blindfolded?

He couldn't help but glanced back.

The sky is just outside the door, and the streets are like weaving.

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Cheng Liang had already agreed with the old man's statement in his heart.

This is a trap.

But where is Yan Xinglie who set the trap?

He looked up, unexpectedly, Yan Xinglie and his party did not hide, but blatantly sat on the opposite corner by the window. The saint’s transformed Aries was rudely stuffed under the table with a large table top. At the table, the three of them were drinking wine and watching the excitement here.

The more confident this is, the less Chengliang dare to act rashly.

"Guest, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

Suddenly, a voice was inserted beside him abruptly, and he held the spell in his arms in silence, and then he looked at it with a false eye, but the store didn’t know when he got out of the counter and came to his side. He bent over. He tried his best to raise his face and smiled like a ball of white dough, which seemed flattering and funny.

Cheng Liang didn't dare to be careless. He was thinking about coping, and felt tight on his shoulders. His body staggered. He was squeezed arbitrarily. A fat monk and a monk were stuck in front of him. Thin Taoist.

The thief bald slave!

He was about to get angry, but his expression moved, but he retreated into the crowd with a sneer.

This place is so wicked!

With these two rashers, they used them to find their way.

He calmly looked at the group of "his people". After several hundred white lotus cultivators were tossed by the fog, only 20 people were left, except for a few crooked melons under his hand, which made the rudder fast. , And most of the rest are left-hand masters brought by the left envoy Bailian. At the moment, they are all staring at the monks who are in their heads, or sneered, or silently, all using the same abacus.

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This monk is fat and thin together. It seems that there is a huge difference in appearance, but they are actually two brothers. They are both monks and practitioners. The monk said.

The two brothers have always been rampant in the borders of Hebei. They are well-known tyrannical figures. They were dragged by the left envoy of Bai Lian to this Jiangnan Meiyu Land. They were tossed for a whole night, and now they finally met the master. His anger was finally overwhelmed.

The thin Taoist is more gloomy, and only sneers holding the rat's whiskers. The fat monk had a violent temper and was the first to get into trouble.

"The bearded thief! Let Lord Buddha have a cold rain all night!"

While yelling, he was about to fight.

Just at this moment, the store moved in its footsteps and stood in front of the monk.

"Guest, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

Cheng Liang's spirit was lifted.

coming!

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Unexpectedly, the seemingly reckless fat monk did not act immediately, but first gave a glance at the people behind him. It turned out that this monk didn't know the ghost minds of his accomplices, but he was just consciously powerful and confident.

He opened his mouth and looked up and down the store many times, shaking his face, suddenly violent, and slapped the store's head with a palm.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound.

The store's neck snapped suddenly, and a head dangling from behind his shoulders.

He staggered and retreated two steps, but instead of falling down, he stood steady and raised his hand to support his head.

"Crack, click, click..."

In the sound of bone and bone friction.

The shopkeeper slowly straightened his head little by little, and at the end, it tightened as if **** a screw, and put on that funny and flattering posture and smile.

"Guest, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

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Sure enough, it's not a human being!

As expected, no one was surprised.

"Niezhang, dare to let go in the presence of Lord Buddha!"

The fat monk had been mentally prepared for a long time, he just sneered and took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, rounded his head and hit it.

The white beads are the size of a small baby's fist, and there are sharp winds in the rotation. If you listen carefully, you can hear a shrill cry from the sound of breaking through the air.

This is not an ordinary wooden bead, but a white bone relic refined by a secret method, which kills people and destroys the bones, and kills the ghosts. It is this evil monk's **** weapon.

"Snapped."

There was a muffled sound. The Buddha beads hit the store's forehead sturdily.

However.

"Ugh."

The store screamed lightly, as if being bitten by a mosquito.

The Buddhist beads bounced up high, and then they scattered all over the place.

The monk's eyes widened, the thin Taoist tore off his beard, and the Bailian cultivators were silent, except for the noisy surroundings.

"Hey, don't the guests want to throw things away."

The store complained and went down to pick up the scattered Buddhist beads.

"Please also Gu Nian villain to sweep away."

After speaking, after picking up the Buddhist beads, they have to hand them back to the monk.

The monk didn't accept it, nor did he accept it. He just made a fat face flushed.

"puff."

A sneer, particularly harsh.

The monk looked angrily, but the laughing scholar shook his glass of wine, turned his head to talk to Li Changan, but let go of his voice, apparently speaking with others.

"Dao Master, do you know where this place is?"

"But I don't know."

"This place seems to be true and illusion, half in the nether world and half in the world. So ordinary mortal spells, when they arrive here, they are rootless, without the slightest effect...speaking of strange and secretive, in fact, they are often found in the world."

Li Chang'an shook his head and smiled, "Don't fight the machine."

"Ghost City."

Obviously, this answer cannot convince the Bailian Sect, and the great monk is even more scolding.

"fart."

No wonder they sneered. The “ghost market” is a group of ghosts formed by a group of ghosts in a certain place according to the habits of their lives. It is very common in this chaotic world. Everyone in the field is also an old world. Monsters and ghosts often deal with each other. How can the ghost market be so dangerous? !

The great monk talked nonsense as a scholar and ridiculed him.

The anger that had just been suppressed by the defeat was ignited again in a blink of an eye.

He stepped on it suddenly, his figure soaring, the pieces of his shirt cracked, revealing the bronze-colored skin, and he had already used the Vajrayana.

Spells don’t work, so use brute force!

His eyes are cracked.

"Lord Buddha demolished you old ghost first!"

Having said that, he flexed his fingers and clasped his claws on the shop's forehead in the blink of an eye. The veins in his hand were violent, like a steel bar, only to be gently squeezed, keeping it like a rotten watermelon, with the juice flying around.

However.

"It turns out that the monk is not a guest."

The store sighed faintly, and saw that he just flicked it casually, "Fat King Kong" turned around with the top, and then reached out and grabbed it, grabbed the monk by the back of the neck, and finally threw it out of the door. outside.

The change happened so quickly that the thin Taoist priest had no time to save the monk, so he hurriedly typed a "spell", and then he heard another soft sigh.

"It was a Taoist priest and not a guest."

It was just a moment of spinning around, and then returning to God, people were already on the long street outside the building, and all of them hurt. He struggled to get up, but found that his hands and feet couldn't move. He looked at him in a panic. The pedestrians on the street surrounded him and pressed his hands and feet tightly.

"Fuck."

A few drops of fishy liquid fell on his nose.

He looked up.

A thin and pale old man was clutching his hair bun, his eyes were staring at him with more white and black eyes, and the corners of his mouth flowed with saliva.

There was a blank in his mind, and he turned his face vaguely but helplessly, only in the crevices, and the shopkeeper waved lightly.

Suddenly.

Pedestrians...no! The group of ghosts are like wild dogs grabbing food. You want an arm, and I want a heart. In a blink of an eye, the two of them were eaten up, and then they scattered, hiding in the dark corner, and there was some hesitation. Nibbles.

The long street outside the gate was soon filled with new pedestrians.

The sky is just right, pedestrians are like weaving, everything remains the same.

Only a large pool of blood in front of the door slowly seeped into the cracks in the stone slabs.

The store turned his head again, showing a funny and flattering smile.

"Guests, stay in the shop."