When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

Chapter 2 People’s hearts are more dangerous than ghosts

Tang Yuan slowly withdrew from his inner breath and said harmoniously: "Please come in."

Zhang Sheng pushed open the door and walked in, took out a stool and sat down. He said with a smile on his face: "These days have passed, have you remembered what happened at home?"

Tang Yuan had just traveled through his previous life and found himself lying on the roadside in the wilderness, with no memory of his original body.

Zhang Sheng was the first person he met. Since his words and deeds were not adapted to this modern life, he had to use the excuse that he had lost his memory.

The land of Northern Xinjiang was already in chaos, so Zhang Sheng thought that Tang Yuan had suffered some misfortune and had lost his memory.

The initial agreement between the two was to help Tang Yuan retrieve his family members, but nearly a month has passed. Tang Yuan has become more and more like an ancient person, but there has been no progress in the memory matter.

I just eat and drink with Zhang Sheng every day.

Zhang Sheng had only been in the slave trade for a few years. When he saw Tang Yuan's fair and tender appearance, he knew that his background was unusual.

There is still a bit of Tang Yuan's idea of ​​forming a good relationship after finding his family, and he has always been very good at showing off.

It was only in the past few days that I saw that Tang Yuan couldn't remember his family background, so I gave up all that thought and just thought about selling him and making a fortune.

Tang Yuan's strange behavior while eating today made him have second thoughts, so he came to inquire.

Tang Yuan's face shrank and he said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I still didn't remember it, otherwise I would follow you around the world from now on."

Zhang Sheng was angry and said to himself: "With your appetite today, you will eat me up twice if you come here two more times, and you still mess with me!" He has made up his mind and will work day and night tomorrow to sell him.

But he still had a hearty smile on his face and said: "With little brother Tang's help, the two of us will definitely be able to make a career."

The two chatted for a while before Zhang Sheng opened the door and left.

"Should we kill him now, or should he get together with those traffickers in a few days?" Tang Yuan's little head shook as he thought, which was really cute, "Forget it, the foundation was just cast today, so it is not suitable to be contaminated with blood. Angry, after all, I am no longer a demon cultivator."

After thinking about it, he sat cross-legged again and polished the Taoist foundation that had just become substantial.

Silent all night.

The next day, the two of them packed up and continued on the road, heading straight to the agreed destination...Nanyang Fucheng.

Tang Yuan was on the road throughout the day, so Tang Yuan used it to digest food and replenish nutrients. Eating while walking like this, he ate all the dry food he bought along the way.

Zhang Sheng's eyes twitched as he looked straight at him, and he thought to himself: "Why didn't I see that this kid has barbarian blood before? I have to hide it when selling, otherwise the price will be pushed down."

The two of them trudged on the official road until the sun was setting in the mountains, and then they saw the shadow of a market town in the distance.

After walking for half an hour, the sun had completely set and the Moon Rabbit was high in the sky, when the two of them entered the market.

Looking at Tang Yuan, who was still eating dry food with a relaxed expression, and himself who was panting and exhausted, Zhang Sheng felt like he couldn't breathe.

As soon as his mind became hot, he snatched the cake from Tang Yuan's hand.

Faced with Tang Yuan's unbelievable aggrieved eyes, Zhang Sheng could only laugh dryly and said: "We are all at the market, why are we still eating these? Brother, let me treat you to something hot!"

On the long loess street, there were crowds of people, including people sitting in sedan chairs, riding horses, and carrying burdens.

Zhang Sheng, who looked straight at it, was amazed, "I didn't expect this market to be so lively at this late hour."

A young boy playing with drums and having fun, a grey-haired old man walking slowly with a stick on his back.

The sounds of buying and selling, shouting, and bargaining on the street merged into one.

There are rows of small stalls on both sides, including teahouses, wine shops, noodle stalls, butcher shops...all kinds of things, not all.

Zhang Sheng took Tang Yuan to the noodle stall and sat down.

“No matter how much noodles you eat, how much will it cost?”

Zhang Sheng shouted to the boy rather arrogantly: "Bring me two big bowls of noodles, and add more sauerkraut!"

"Okay!" The waiter shouted loudly.

After a while, two large bowls of noodles were served. The red soup in the bowl is filled with smooth noodles, dotted with thick sauteed seeds, and green garlic sprouts and coriander are floating on top. The color is so attractive.

Looking at the steaming bowl of noodles and the fragrant aroma, Zhang Sheng could only feel his index finger moving.

He couldn't wait to pick up a big chopstick and sucked it into his mouth.

I took another big sip of the soup, and the boiling soup slid into my stomach, and I felt extremely refreshed.

Seeing that Tang Yuan hadn't touched the bowl or chopsticks, Zhang Sheng asked, "Why don't you eat it? This noodle doesn't suit your appetite?"

Tang Yuan said quietly: "Brother Zhang, take a closer look at this side."

Under the red and white lanterns, the half-bright face looked extremely strange.

Zhang Sheng was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He looked over there again. Where was the face?

You can also imagine the meat used to make the meat.

Zhang Sheng screamed in fright and threw the bowl out. He felt that his internal organs were squeezing into a ball. He stretched out his hand to lick his throat, but he just retched and couldn't spit it out.

He looked at the store again.

Zhang Sheng turned around and looked around to put them away one by one. They were all in complete order.

Teahouses and wine shops sell...

This isn't a market, it's clearly a ghost market!

The owner of the noodle stall said with a sinister smile: "Maybe the guests want to eat the King's meal."

Seeing that Zhang Sheng was still retching, the boss comforted him: "Think carefully about cannibalism."

“Sir, it’s only right to pay for noodles!”

Zhang Sheng tremblingly took out all the gold and silver in the package and handed it to the boss.

However, the shop owner slapped him on the ground in disgust, took out a piece of paper money and shook it, "Isn't your guest short of money?"

Zhang Sheng looked down and saw silver scattered on it, but he didn't dare to pick it up.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, you can still use things to pay off your bills!" The boss said with a meaningful smile.

Seeing the boss' eyes looking up and down on him, Zhang Sheng was so frightened that two of his three souls were missing, and only one of his seven souls was missing.

He pointed at Tang Yuan tremblingly and shouted, "I'll pay the bill with him, I'll pay the bill with him!"

"Brother Zhang, you...you..." Tang Yuan first looked horrified in disbelief, and then regained his composure with a sense of boredom.

"Forget it, it's really boring." Tang Yuan pointed to his bowl and said, "Store, I didn't ask for the noodles, and I didn't eat a bite. Just go to this big brother and ask for the bill."

"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner! This little brother is right."

In Zhang Sheng's frightened eyes, all the ghosts in the surrounding stores gathered together. One person pulled his legs away, another grabbed his hand, and the noodle shop owner tore open Zhang Sheng's stomach.

"These are all top-notch savory ingredients."

Tang Yuan actually heard the old ghost's devotion to making noodles from this tone of voice.

Even though he had been robbed to pieces, Zhang Sheng still maintained a clear consciousness. He wanted to scream, but his throat had already been snatched away by a hanged man.

During the scramble, one of Zhang Sheng's eyes rolled at Tang Yuan's feet.

"What kind of look is this? Brother Zhang, you have to pay for your meal!" In his frightened eyes, Tang Yuan stomped his eyeballs out.

After the ghosts separated Zhang Sheng, they surrounded Tang Yuan.

After the owner of the noodle shop straightened the head that had been squeezed out during the fight, he said with a smile: "So that this customer knows that even if he is passing by, he still needs to pay..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tang Yuan: "You bunch of sneaky hawkers are holding a meeting in my territory. Have you ever made an offering to me?"

(End of this chapter)