God Bestows Evil

Chapter 284 Wang Po’s broth

The three of them looked at each other.

They all heard Yang Bin's request, hesitated for two seconds, and then decided to go and help.

Wu Xian walked over and tried to open the lid of the jar.

The lid of this kind of urn is straight up and down, without threads, so in theory it should be able to be opened with a gentle lift, but Wu Xian tried his best and failed to open the lid.

Yang Bin in the jar, one hand was **** and bloody, and the other hand was squeezing the neck of a pale ghost figure.

This ghost looks exactly like Yang Bin. He is a small version of Yang Bin. He is trying to attack Yang Bin with all his teeth and claws. He doesn't know how long Yang Bin can hold on with one arm.

Yang Bin was initially frightened out of his mind due to excessive fear, which caused him to watch helplessly as he lost one of his hands by the pale ghost.

By the time he wanted to resist, it was already difficult for him to deal with this kid with his remaining hand.

Click…

When Yang Bin heard someone responded to his words and was about to open the lid of the jar, he was immediately ecstatic, but a moment later he heard words from Wu Xian's mouth that made him despair.

"The lid of this jar is too tight. I can't open it."

Yang Bin burst into tears and cried directly.

What a pity.

He was just a jobber, an ordinary honest man. Why did he encounter such a horrible thing?

In extreme fear.

Yang Bin's IQ suddenly came online, and he noticed two words in Wu Xian's words.

‘urn jar’

Yang Bin immediately said with great joy: "Sima Guang smashed the jar! Smash the jar quickly. Once it is smashed, I can go out!"

After hearing Yang Bin's request, Wu Xian frowned.

"The certificate says that when you come from the coffin, you must also go out from the coffin. If you want to leave the blessed place, the coffin or urn sent to us in the Burialless Village may be very important. Once it is destroyed, something bad may happen."

Yang Bin yelled anxiously: "I'm almost **** dead, and I don't care what I do next. Smash it, hurry up!"

"Then, as you wish."

Wu Xian took a step back.

Wei Hengbo raised the long knife in his hand, with the scabbard attached, and struck the urn where Yang Bin was. A big hole suddenly opened in the entire urn, and cracks appeared in other places.

In the jar.

The pale ghost figure caught by Yang Bin suddenly stopped struggling. A huge hole appeared in his abdomen, and then other parts of his body were filled with cracks, and the whole body was wiped out.

"Ha...I..."

Before he could be happy, Yang Bin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He put his hand down his body and touched a warm, smooth and slowly moving strip where his stomach should have been...

That's his intestines!

Along with a desperate wailing, Yang Bin's body also burst apart along with the jar.

…

In a broken jar.

There was a pool of broken flesh and blood, a fishy smell emanating from it, and a trace of steam rising from it.

Wei Hengbo's hand holding the long knife trembled slightly. He wanted to help, but he didn't expect that one blow of his knife would have such terrible consequences. Wei Qinglan could only pat him on the back to comfort him.

Wu Xian's face became ugly.

He thought that the jar would break and something bad might happen, but he didn't expect that Yang Bin's body would also break together. Could it be that the jar and human life are bound together?

No matter how.

With this lesson from Yang Bin, they will never be able to help others get out of trouble.

Fortunately, the strength of the pale ghost is not too strong. As long as he is not frightened and forgets to resist, it is not very difficult to survive alone in coffins and urns. Wu Xian raised his head and looked up at the sky.

I saw that the clouds were thin in the sky, and the edge of one of the clouds was bright. I am afraid that the moonlight will appear soon.

If you look outside the village, you can vaguely see swaying shadows in the wilderness.

The cold wind is biting now, and nothing good will happen if you continue to stay here. The first priority is to return to the room first, so that it is at least safe.

So Wu Xian and Wei Hengbo trotted back to their rooms.

As soon as he opened the door of the thatched house, Wu Xian smelled an alluring aroma.

The structure of a thatched house is simple.

There are only two rooms, the inner room and the outer room.

The inner room has a bed and old tables and chairs for resting, while the outer room only has a stove and a water tank.

At this time, a pot of broth was burning on the stove in the outer room. A kind old lady was stirring the pot with a long spoon. The smell of the broth alone made people want to eat.

When the old lady saw Wu Xian, she took out a bowl of broth from the pot, turned around and handed it to Wu Xian, grinning with only three yellow teeth in her mouth.

"Baby, you must be hungry when you come back so late."

Wu Xian lowered his head and looked at the hot broth. He was silent for a while and said with a reluctant expression: "I'm not hungry. You should keep this delicious food for yourself."

Grandma Wang passed the broth forward: "There is still more in the pot. It is enough for everyone. You can eat it while it is hot. It will not be good when it cools down."

It’s hard to refuse hospitality.

Under the expectant gaze of the old man, Wu Xian could only accept the bowl of broth.

Suddenly, the door was opened again.

Jian Lingyu and Su Xuan had just escaped from the coffin. As soon as they saw the scene in the room, they were stunned. Su Xuan was shaking like chaff.

He is not afraid of death.

But the old lady who had just been buried during the day came back by herself at night. This strange scene really made him feel scared.

When Granny Wang saw the two of them, she laughed strangely again.

"You are back too.!"

She filled two bowls of broth and handed them over.

"Baby, you must be tired of digging holes for me!"

"Thank you for sorting out my remains, otherwise my old lady would be embarrassed to see people down there."

Amid Granny Wang's nagging, the three of them all got the broth, but no one wanted to drink it. They all just held it and looked at Granny Wang thoughtfully.

Grandma Wang urged: "Drink, drink quickly, do you dislike me?"

Wu Xian looked down at the broth.

He didn't want to dislike Granny Wang, but was this broth really meant for people to drink?

The oily broth was filled with yellow fat meat pieces, irregular in shape and unshaved hair, which looked disgusting...

God knows where this old lady got her ingredients from, so this broth must not be drunk. There is a high chance that it will be contaminated with troublesome things.

Except for the soup.

What Wu Xian needs to figure out most urgently is whether this old lady is an enemy or a friend?

Maybe she came to express her gratitude sincerely, but ghost cooking can only produce such disgusting dishes.

Or maybe she just came here to think of ways to harm people in the name of gratitude, and the broth has been poisoned or cursed...

Granny Wang's true attitude will determine whether Wu Xian will use force against her. His thunder spell has been waiting for a long time.

(End of chapter)