One Punch Chef

Chapter 137 The Fortune Teller of Grave Robbers

The old streets, the quiet streets, the dead streets, the gloomy streets, the streets surrounded by ribbons of black mist, this is the dead city of the ghost world, a city of death that has existed for an unknown number of years.

Darkness and gloomy are the main colors of this dead city. The moonlight is like flowing water. After entering the dead city area, the original silvery white turns pale, adding a sense of depth.

This dead city, which is now called the ghost world, is more than a hundred times larger than the current capital of Dongcang.

In the very center of the city, the wide streets are lined with majestic mansions one after another, and the buildings are in a piece. Even after tens of thousands of years, you can still feel its momentum.

It is conceivable that, tens of thousands of years ago, every mansion in this city represented an unimaginable power.

In addition, there are naturally many sub-streets in the city, and on both sides are B&Bs belonging to ordinary civilians.

The strange thing is that all the buildings and buildings in the city have closed doors, which have been dusty for thousands of years and have not been opened. However, there are still ancient stalls on some prosperous streets, such as bun shops, sugar stalls, jewelry and rouge shops, etc. Wait, even the red lanterns hanging in front of some mansions are still flickering.

Everything has not changed in any way. If it is changed to another place, it will definitely be regarded as a day or even a few minutes ago.

Here, time seems to have stopped, frozen at the moment when the mutation happened tens of thousands of years ago.

In the southeast corner of the dead city in the ghost world, a group of 30 people carefully walked into the dead city from the gap in the city gate. Six people formed a square formation and gathered together, carefully guarding against possible dangers.

The composition of this group of people is also quite strange, there are fat and plump Taoist priests, there are also majestic monks with shiny hair, Buddhist beads hanging around their necks and tortoise shells in their hands; Sick men; there are beauties with beautiful looks, and there are monsters with horns that turn into humans; there are old men in their seventies and eighties, and there are young children who don't look like ten years old...

Among this group of people, the leaders are undoubtedly the fat Taoist priest and monk Zhuang who are walking in the forefront.

"Tomb robber, it's really okay to walk this way. Why do I feel chilly all over, and I'm always uncomfortable." Monk Zhuang frowned.

"Hush, keep quiet." The fat Taoist put his fingers to his mouth, made a silent movement, and said, "You want to die, don't take me with you, and you dare to question my leading the way. Lord, I killed seven in and seven out in this dead city, and I can walk this road with my eyes closed."

"Cut" Monk Zhuang cut disdainfully, and then said: "You still talk about me, it's fine if you have a louder voice than me, the words are still long, and the words are beautiful, if you have the ability, really shut up Walk around with your eyes closed."

"Hey, that Heavenly Venerable Wuliang dared to provoke Daoist Lord."

"Ha, Amitabha Buddha's second uncle, the Buddha is really provocative today, if you don't accept it, let one go."

"Let's go one at a time." Saying that, the fat Taoist priest closed his eyes, walked out three steps swaggeringly, turned around, looked at Monk Zhuang proudly, and said, "How is it? Are you convinced?"

"I take it, I take it, I take it, I take it." Monk Zhuang took a few steps back with a strange expression.

The rest of the people also looked at the fat Taoist priest as if they had seen a ghost, and some of their timid faces were as pale as paper.

"Daodaodaodao... Daoist, behind you." A young man tremblingly pointed at the back of the fat Taoist priest.

"I'll wipe it, don't scare me." The fat Taoist's face suddenly turned green.

"It shouldn't be like this. Didn't I just close my eyes and walk three steps? How did I win the lottery? No, no, you guys have pretty good acting skills. Say, when are you going to trick me? of."

At the end, the fat Taoist priest was about to cry, because he could already feel the cool air coming from the back of his neck, like the cold wind of Jiuyou Hell, biting to the bone.

The fat Taoist felt that his whole body was frozen, only his neck could still turn, but the more this happened, the less he could turn. Turning around was giving snacks to the ghost behind him.

"Fortune teller, you have no loyalty, don't run away." The fat Taoist shouted.

"Tomb robbers, there's nothing I can do to help you, you don't know how infiltrating that ghost thing behind you is." Monk Zhuang said while making movements.

"That big fellow, don't stand still, anyone who has a trick will do it." The fat Taoist looked at the others.

"Daoist, it was you who said that you once killed seven people in the dead city, and we paid the fee to go with you. Now is your chance to show yourself." The old man in his seventies laughed, no Few people nodded with the expression of watching a play.

If the fat Taoist priest can't even pass this level, let alone the next road, it is king to quit immediately before he has gone far.

"Okay, Daoist, I'll go out and show you my hand today." The fat Taoist priest who robbed the tomb swallowed, took a deep breath, and took a big step forward.

"Taoist, be careful." Someone exclaimed, his eyes widened, and he saw the ghost behind the fat Taoist like a shadow, with foot-long nails and a pale face that looked even more ferocious under the pale moonlight.

"It's you who waited." The gossip Taoist robe on the fat Taoist rose without wind, wrapping the ghost behind him like a sack, and after that, the fat Taoist fully demonstrated his flexibility, and his body came like a fish A golden cicada shed its shell, moved its footsteps sideways, pulled the Taoist robe and wrapped it around the ghost until it was wrapped into a rice dumpling.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" yelled shrilly, the voice was sharp, as if it wanted to pierce people's eardrums.

"Fortune teller, why are you still standing there, hurry up." The fat Taoist shouted anxiously.

"Oh oh oh" Monk Zhuang reacted, shook his hands, and a two-meter-long Zen stick appeared in his hand, shaped like a glaring King Kong, and when it was rounded, it was aimed at the Taoist robe, and it was powerful.

However, the Taoist robe was not damaged at all, and all the strength seemed to be transmitted directly through the Taoist robe to the ghost inside.

Monk Zhuang fought one after another, but he still felt dissatisfied at the end, so he threw away his Zen staff and rushed forward by himself, punching and kicking.

"Second Master Amitabha, why is this little girl's breasts so hard?" The fat monk said dissatisfied, completely without the consciousness of a monk.

"Don't be dazed, let's get on the road early." The fat Taoist ignored the monk and shouted at the people behind.

Immediately, beams of brilliant light shot out, landed on the Taoist robe, and then transmitted all of them to the ghosts inside.

"Who, sneak attacking the Buddha's back eye." Monk Zhuang jumped three feet high, covering his buttocks, glaring at the crowd behind him, but he couldn't find the culprit.

I don't know how long it has passed, the ghost in the Taoist robe finally stopped moving, the fat Taoist let out a sigh of relief, grabbed the Taoist robe with shaking hands, and put it on himself again without hesitation, leaving only the powder floating on the ground .

No one saw that the fat Taoist secretly put away a black stone while putting on the Taoist robe, and most people were still paying attention to the gossip Taoist robe of the fat Taoist.

It is definitely not an ordinary treasure that can withstand the simultaneous attacks of so many powerful people without any damage, not to mention that it has shown other strange abilities before, attention should be paid attention to, and now no one dares to make a move on this occasion.

"Let's go." The fat Taoist was stared at by everyone, and he didn't dare to stalk anymore, and walked towards the city first with his back bent.

The people behind also followed carefully.

At the same time, Wu Di stared at a huge fresh monkey brain at the blood altar in the center of the dead city in the ghost world, hesitating whether to make a monkey brain to eat, after all, he didn't eat much from the unicorn feast just now, and now Still hungry.

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　The addition is complete! ! !
　　
　
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