My monsters are going to heaven

"I won't go, it's enough for you to go." When Lu Yiming heard that Kim Poro wanted to take him there, he refused straight away, "I just want to eat."

"Forget it then." Kimporo laughed and leaned lazily against the tree trunk, "Go ahead and think about it."

I really started calling people as soon as I was free.

"..." Lu Yiming stroked his stomach and swallowed hard, "I'm hungry."

"Kitchen." Kimporo was unmoved.

Sister Chen left a lot of dinner tonight.

"The mouth is light, don't eat that kind of thing." Lu Yiming smiled slightly, "I just want a big bowl of He Ji fish ball wonton, with some chopped green onion and egg flower."

Kim Poro glanced at him coldly, without saying a word.

The moon didn't know when it came out from behind the clouds, shining a cool brilliance.

The shadow on the tree swayed under the moon, and jumped down from the tree with the sound of the clothes in the wind. The vigorous figure was like a leopard.

Hearing the sound of Kimporo leaving from the gate, the person leaning against the hall door slowly grinned.

Oh, you are really obedient.

After listening, I feel unaccustomed to it.

This old monster would rather be a slave dog than a proud monster.

He stroked the white cloth over his eyes, thinking that his idea was really good, but he was not recognized again.

Thanks to young master Lu falling asleep in the house just now, I was able to come out and exercise my muscles.

His health was much better at night than during the day, and the pain was no longer so unbearable.

When the old monster left, he still had enough time to act on his own. After all, even in the middle of the night, there were long queues of gourmets for He Ji's wontons. It was hard to find a bowl.In less than half an hour, he will not be able to come back.

Hua Moyan felt that the white cloth on his eyes was restricting, and wanted to untie the knot at the back of his head, but found that this bandage had been imbued with a spell, turning it into a knot that ordinary people could not untie, and only the caster could untie it. open.

The corners of his mouth curled up, tsk tsk, it seems that the old monster did it again, he was really eager to protect the master.

It doesn't matter, anyway, a mere piece of white cloth can't block his vision, and a little perspective spell to let his sight pass through the white cloth is nothing but a trick.

Raising his head, there used to be crows hovering over the Lu residence.

They all seemed tired tonight, and there was none.

The noisy woman was already fast asleep.

He heaved a sigh of relief, dropped the crutch in his hand, jumped up to the roof nimbly like a wild cat, sat on the ridge of the roof, and looked around.

Under the bright moonlight, the entire Jinling Town seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and the pavilions and houses were crystal clear like jade ornaments and ice sculptures.

This town looks ordinary, no different from the countless small towns he has been to.

However, the evil spirit is extremely heavy.

Hua Moyan could clearly feel the layers of monster aura surrounding him in all directions.

It's really unusual that this town is peaceful and peaceful even though it has such a demonic aura.

It's a pity that the art of geomantic omen is his shortcoming, otherwise he can study it carefully.

He remembered that he had seen some strange luminous runes on Kimporo's body before, swimming like tadpoles in Kimporo's flesh and blood, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

It was an ancient script called Chongwen, which appeared on the old monster somehow, and the old monster didn't seem to know their meaning.

Hua Moyan has seen records of Chongwen in ancient books, but unfortunately he is not proficient, and when those runes appear, there is no fixed sequence, they are all running around, Jin Poluo is rarely willing to follow He has been in contact for a long time, so he has no chance to fully understand it.

Barely understand a sentence, to the effect that this town is very special.

But what kind of special law?Hua Moyan didn't understand too well.

However, other things are not important, this place is full of monsters, that's enough.

The demonic aura is heavy, which means...there are enough demons nearby.

Hua Moyan smiled gratifiedly, bit her index finger, and drew a snake-shaped talisman on the tile below with her blood.

Monster cage.

[I use my blood to sacrifice to the demon gods, please come and bless me if you have any]

Of course he didn't really want to sacrifice blood to the demon, let alone expect to be blessed by the monster.

It's just to create an illusion with the runes, and use them to attract some stupid and greedy low-level monsters into the runes.

It's like bait is always sprinkled in a trap for hunting animals.

There was silence all around.

The sound of a grass under the wall being blown by the wind can be heard clearly on the roof.

Soon, there were faint whispers that ordinary people could not hear from all directions.

"There."

"That house."

"That person is not here tonight."

"Great."

"great."

……

Last time at night, when Kim Poro was not around, Hua Moyan also heard a similar sound.

These monsters are very familiar with Kimporo, and their tone is full of fear.

Hua Moyan lowered his head and waited quietly and patiently.

Not long after, he saw the faintly changing shape of the blood talisman he had drawn. The snake-shaped head and the tail joined together to form a ring.

The monster cage is complete.

It seems that quite a few little monsters with extremely low IQs have fallen for it.

The corners of Hua Moyan's mouth were slightly raised, and he chanted a mantra lightly, and slowly put the palm of his right hand on the demon-gathering cage.

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves instantly resounded in the palm-sized demon gathering cage.

But just for a moment, those voices disappeared as if swallowed by something.

Hua Moyan withdrew his palm and looked down.

There were more than a dozen extremely fine silver scratches on the palm, they flashed and quickly disappeared into the blood of the bones.

There are only a dozen or so, too few.

Hua Moyan couldn't help feeling disappointed, and curled his lips.

To form demon bones, the demon energy of such a low-level demon needs to devour at least 99 of them.

However, the demonic aura of more than a dozen monsters can barely relieve some of his pain, so let's make do with it.

Hua Moyan exercised his kung fu and adjusted his breath, and felt that his soul began to be mixed with a faint sense of foreign body, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

It was like a pool of clear water, a few drops of black ink suddenly dripped, and were slowly blurring.

The newly entered things repel and coexist with one's own soul.

The master said that once the demon devouring technique is started, it will fall into the way of demons, and there is no turning back.

Is this a sign of demonization?

Laughing in my heart: A monster may not be able to cultivate into a human after hundreds of years of cultivation, but it turns out that it is so easy to change from a human to a demon!

He never thought he would use this spell, but now he has no choice.

The old monster could obviously kill him, but he didn't do it for a long time.

He would never think that the old monster was soft-hearted towards him... The old monster must have other plans.

After all, this skin is not his. With his current ability and quality of human soul, he can't move his soul to other places. He can only escape from the pain of the seal by creating demon bones through the technique of devouring demons.

There was a bitterness in his throat.

Obviously he just wanted to be a good person, why did he have to be obstructed and go through all kinds of hardships.

Now people can't do it, they can only become monsters!

It's all because of that old monster...!

Obviously, as long as he opens and closes one eye, he can change his favorite skin, the two have nothing to do with each other.But he insisted on meddling in his own business!

Why does everyone have to fight against him?

God is against him, enemies are against him, strangers are against him, even old monsters are against him.

He is indeed not a good person, but this is all forced by them.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

After being so many donkeys, the ugliness of the world has long been seen.How can he be a good person as if nothing had happened?

His fingers rattled and his veins jumped.

Okay, if you don't make it easy for me, I won't make it easy for you either.

The night market at the east end of the town.

Warm and lively.

It's been three days, and the place is still crowded with people.

The aroma of all kinds of food flows in the air, sour, spicy, sweet... mixed together to form a strong pleasant and reassuring smell.

The diners form a cluster of three or five, sitting or standing, chatting and laughing happily.

The proprietress of He Ji Wonton is weary but expertly sprinkles a new wonton with chopped green onion, puts fried egg on it, and packs it.

This may be the 100th tonight.

Passed the wonton over with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to wait for the money.

Looking up inadvertently, the proprietress's eyes widened involuntarily.

The guest who had just received the wonton was tall and tall, wearing a dark gray gown, his handsome cheeks were pale and cold under the light.

It looks so good.The proprietress only had this sentence in her mind.

The guest put two copper coins in her palm, didn't linger for a second, turned and left.

"Miss Boss, come for thirty, add green vegetables!"

Not caring to look at him more, the customers in the line behind urged her to respond neatly, bent down again, and put a basket of wontons that had been counted into the pot.

The He Ji Wonton stall is packed to the brim, and you have to wait a long time for an empty bench.

Finally, someone wiped his mouth and stood up lazily, and immediately someone sat down cheerfully holding a bowl.

The man glanced sideways from the corner of his eyes casually, smiled while holding his thin-rimmed glasses, said goodbye to the proprietress, and joined the flow of people contentedly.

Walk slowly along the Qingshiban Road beside the street, turn left for a while, and the flow of people gradually thins out.A few hundred meters further, far away from the night market, he was left alone walking alone under the dim street lights, and the noise that was full of ears just now disappeared.

It's so deserted.

He thought lightly.

A long shadow crossed the road ahead, as if a tree within the wall stretched out its long branches and fell down.

I don't know if it is a peach tree, an apricot tree, or a plum tree?It would be great if it were a peach branch full of peach blossoms.Just folded one and gave it to her.

He raised his head slowly, startled for a moment.

What he saw was not a branch, but a person.

The man propped up his slender left leg and sat sideways on the wall in front of him, holding a bag of wontons in his left hand resting on his knee.

He smiled slightly, adjusted his glasses calmly, opened his thin lips lightly, and said to the person on the wall:

"Hey. Long time no see, Mr. Ghost Lord."

Under the moonlight, the person on the wall lowered his handsome eyebrows and looked down coldly.

He stretched out his free hand, and the deep voice in his throat was colder than his eyes, and he spit out from his lips one by one: "Give me back my things."

Every word seems to come from the depths of the ground.