Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 211

"Big Head Ghost, do you smell it? It smells so strong!"

The girl in the red bellyband kept sniffling, her eyes flickering with fascination.

The pink and tender little face with blush on it couldn't help showing a look of hunger and thirst.

"Delicious, delicious! Hurry up! Let's... go eat!"

The obese boy is stupid by nature, he can only repeat a few words.

"No, big-headed ghost! The master said that if you leave the altar 150 steps away without his order... you will be punished severely."

Thinking of Mr. Er's soul-destroying and ruthless methods, the girl shuddered, as if she was extremely afraid.

Each of them suffered great torture during their lifetime until they lost their original sanity.

Then, he was fed with human blood for a hundred days, cultivating a great evil spirit.

After seven to seven 49 days of refining, all kinds of inspirations were collected to cast the soul body.

Only in this way can we practice this Taoism and carry it.

The five-headed imps are the same as domestic servants raised by high-ranking and wealthy families.

Mr. Er is the domineering "Master".

A slave cannot betray his master, let alone resist.

"But it smells really good... not only meat, but also other scents!"

The girl sniffed it lightly, distinguishing yang energy, essence energy and vitality energy from it, and she couldn't stop.

"Sweet! It's so fragrant!"

The obese boy was even more unbearable, with saliva flowing down his black mouth, looking stupid.

He seemed to be extremely hungry, and the gluttons in his stomach aroused.

He even put his finger in his mouth, and began to chew on it, just like chewing a crispy radish.

"Huh? It seems to be patrolling the camp!"

The girl sucked her saliva and was about to turn around and leave.

But the fragrance was like a substance, wafting over gently.

If there is nothing, it seems not far away, very close.

"Go... eat."

The obese boy clapped his hands vigorously, impatiently.

"Okay, big head ghost, you hide aside! If you are a villain, sneak into the shadow and find a chance to freeze the opponent's figure!"

The girl was clever and cunning, and she deliberately confessed.

"heard it."

The obese boy nodded slowly, his eyes seemed to be at a loss.

The two little ghosts floated away following the smell without their feet touching the ground.

After walking less than thirty steps, I saw a wonton stall around the corner.

The hot steam in the soup pot was tumbling, and the fragrance was wafting, which seduced the strong desire of girls and obese boys.

"Come and have a bowl of wanton, two young guests, it's delicious!"

The simple-faced old man asked with a smile.

"Are you...a ghost too?"

The girl opened her eyes wide, and a big question mark popped out of her little head.

Why is there a wonton stall in Bingmasi's patrol camp?This is not Yinshi!
Before it had time to ask, the old man opened the pot, and the boiling water was bubbling and steaming.

Skillfully fish out more than a dozen cooked wontons, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and inject bright soup.

The enticing strong fragrance made the eyes of the two little ghosts glisten, and they swallowed saliva frantically.

They are Yin objects, and they don't need wine and meat to eat and drink.

In the past, even though they were driven by Mr. Er, some people offered blood and food for offering sacrifices.

But for some reason, this old ghost made a bowl of wonton in front of his face.
Compared with fresh meat and pure vitality, it is more full of temptation.

Seduce the gluttonous desires of these two brats!
"My daughter has no money..."

The girl blinked her black eyes and said pitifully.

"So it's a poor ghost! Then don't eat it!"

The old man's face changed, and he decisively took the bowl of wonton back.

"grandfather……"

The girl's mouth narrowed, as if she was about to cry.

"Don't mess around! Even my own granddaughter has to pay for food!"

The old man showed disgust, and shook the rag in his hand, as if to repel flies.

The obese boy's black mouth opened and closed, and Aba Aba yelled.

"eat……"

When the girl saw that the old man selling wontons was not fooled, she became annoyed and said:

"Useless big-headed ghost! Just know how to eat!

Let's tear up the stall of the old stuff and cook him together!Eat dry wipe! "

It raised two eyebrows, as if angry.

The low-quality blush fell down, and a large stream of pink miasma gushed out, trying to lose the old man.

The five ghosts refined by Mr. Er have different methods.

The scholar-like qi ghost can steal qi numbers and inflict bad luck.

The obese boy is a drunkard, who is used to paralyzing his mind and freezing his body.

Girls are perverts, seduced by desires, distracted.

There are also rich ghosts who are the eyes and ears, and lucky ghosts who specialize in protecting the body.

"help!"

The obese boy patted his swollen belly, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of muddy wine.

Straight as a sword, assassinate away!

Seeing the two little ghosts showing their abilities, the old man suddenly lost his anger, shrank his neck and shouted:

"Master Jiu! Help!"

Jiuye?

Who?
Only now did the girl see a tall and straight figure sitting on the bench behind.

Still alive!

"Regardless of the yang world or the yin world, there is no reason to eat the overlord's meal!"

The man was holding a knife in his right hand, and his robe was exquisitely embroidered, and he turned around.

The white python on the chest glared and opened its whiskers, swallowing clouds and blowing out mist, emitting fiery golden-red flames.

Such a deep spirit of dragon and tiger!
"It's an official! Big-headed ghost! The wind is blowing!"

That girl was the smartest, and she spat out pink miasma from her small mouth as a barrier.

Just take a breath, whether it's a human or a ghost.

They will be fascinated and disturbed.

The obese boy is greedy by nature, but he still lingers on that bowl of steaming wontons.

"eat you!"

It opened its eyes wide and white, and its black and swollen face gave off a vicious look.

The thick little hands flapped, the belly of a pregnant woman shook twice, and several arrows of turbid water were shot.

Its power is enough to tear apart the flesh and split gold and iron!

"I'm afraid it will break your teeth!"

Ji Yuan's eyes were calm, and he sat still, his blood bursting like an oven.

The big tendons under the flesh made the sound of collapsing like a crossbow being pulled.

The embroidered spring knife was suddenly grasped, and the palm of the hand pulled it out forcefully.

It trembles like a dragon's chant, and the light of a knife is like a horse's sword.

The sharp arrows transformed by the wine were smashed apart before they got close!
While the long knife was flicking, it was wrapped in a sharp wind and swept across dozens of steps in a radius.

The neck of the obese alcoholic was torn open suddenly.

The black and swollen head fell into Old Man An's soup pot like a ball.

But for Yinwu, the owl's head is not a fatal injury.

I saw thick yin energy gushing out from the broken neck of the obese boy, and a new head grew out.

It looked terrified, and Abba shouted:

"Afraid! Hurry up... run away!"

Ji Yuan swung his knife, smashing the crude way of the drunkard spitting water into arrows.

At the same time, it is possible to find out what kind of strength the five little ghosts under Mr. Second are.

He stood up abruptly, and his rich spirituality turned into a golden mark, which appeared between his eyebrows.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and the Yin Qi was roiling, like a solid wave, beating out wave after wave.

The girl in the red bellyband, the obese boy, and the two little ghosts were even more astonished.

It was as if the towering Taiyue was being pressed against the shoulders, and the strong soul body formed by Yin evil was almost about to explode.

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ps: I would like to apologize in advance. I have been in a downturn recently. I have overestimated my ability to withstand stress. It seems that it is not so easy to handle work and part-time jobs at the same time.

Recently, I have considered quitting my job and becoming a full-time author, but after thinking about it, I feel that the risk is too great, so I dare not try it.

After all, as a social animal who has not graduated for a few years, the current state is quite embarrassing. It means that I can't go up or down, so I sway from side to side.

(End of this chapter)