Lord, I am such a good person.

Although his tone was quite dissatisfying, Jin Yan did not really leave Bian Po behind.

"The former mountain was guarded by her, but now it would be considered dereliction of duty to let people come in quietly. If the Lord City God finds out, he will probably be eaten as meat. It is just right for her to stop the corpse slave and make up for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tiger shadow suddenly flashed outside the courtyard. Silver Suo turned around and looked,

I could faintly see an old woman riding a tiger turning her head and making a coquettish gesture towards Jin Cane. It seemed that she also gave him a wink?

"Ugh~"

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body, and I retched subconsciously.

"Haha, brother, you are still too young after all. What fun is there in hanging out with those handsome men all day long? Speaking of which, neither you nor the young master understand the beauty of a ripe persimmon."

"Brother, please stop talking. Let's think about how to deal with this Great Joy Bodhisattva. Haha, a mere four-level and three-dimensional monk actually dares to call him Bodhisattva. How brave he is."

Seeing that his eldest brother seemed to be treating him like an old woman again, Yin Suo quickly pointed at the Youyou sedan in the picture and changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, since the city was built, it has not shown any more magic except the last time you came. Every time, we used it to steal the yin energy of the ghost country and intercept the ghosts of the past;

It's really boring to talk about. It's just right. How about we take advantage of this opportunity and give it a try? "

Hearing Jin Yan's words at this moment, Yin Suo became energetic instantly.

"Are you saying that resuscitation wasted the city's death? But what should we do if the Lord City God blames us?"

Jin Yan stood up, nodded and laughed,

"Why is the opponent the famous Bodhisattva of Joy? Besides, isn't the young master visiting us as a guest?"

"Haha, okay~"

As he said this, the two people suddenly turned into a pair of gold and silver shackles and slowly sank into the ground.

………

"[City of Wasted Death]: A sad wind rises in the City of Wasted Death, and the sound in front of the gate of hell moves the ground.

Note: Wu died in vain and was transformed into a piece of broken bricks in the city. After falling here for unknown reasons, he was found by the human race Cangwu City God Han Xi, who regarded him as a treasure of enlightenment. "

on the street,

Looking at the information appearing in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Xing Ran couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

"My dear, is this dog Cheng Huang so lucky? Can he pick up a brick from the legendary City of Wasted Death just by walking around?"

Shocked and relieved, I quickly continued looking.

"Although it is not the real city of wasted death, it is also magical. Using the city as a body, one can conceive a [wasted death ghost fetus], and when the fruit is ripe and falls off, it can become the [wasted death Yama body], and the true meaning of wasted death can be obtained."

"Note:

1. After the broken bricks fell here, they took root and were completely integrated with the place and could not be moved.

2. It needs to absorb a large amount of Yin Qi, ghost Qi, resentful Qi, evil Qi and other Yuan Qi to grow, and needs a large amount of souls of wasted deaths to fill it;

3. Divine objects are self-obscuring, unknowable, and unknowable.

4......."

Looking at the large amount of densely packed information on the panel, he subconsciously took a breath of relief.

"No wonder that dog Chenghuang is so bold and dares to secretly intercept the soul of the dead man. He is cultivating this city of dead man.

In other words, if it weren't for Lord Buddha and I have the system uncle, I would never have recognized that this place is actually a broken brick of the legendary City of Wasted Death. "

Although it is still unclear why the city god Han Xi was so ambitious and only left so few people to guard it, he was relieved and had a trace of reverie in his heart after seeing the city at his feet.

"By the way, this poor monk is a man who is determined to be a rich man."

But at this moment, several figures suddenly appeared in the distance, attracting Sheng Ran's attention. He looked up,

Only a few sneaky figures appeared slowly, standing out among the crowd of ghosts and ghosts.

"After shielding the relics of King Ming, the concubine Ming lost track of me, so I sent my subordinates to search for her in this city with a wide net?

Could it be that she didn't care at all whether she alerted the second general of the shackles or not? Is the artist bold, or does this concubine have another trump card? "

“Fried crispy, delicious fried crispy~”

“BBQ meatloaf, charcoal grilled bones~”

"..."

The cries of sales are ringing in the ears, and the aroma is even more fragrant. If you close your eyes at this moment, you will really think that you are in a lively world market.

"Gulu~"

At this time, I saw a monk in the distance suddenly touching his belly, and seemed to be unable to bear it when looking at the delicious snacks.

"I can't bear it anymore, boss, hurry up and give Grandpa Fo a rice roll."

I walked quickly to the stall and sat down. The monk urged me loudly,

"Suddhodana, why are you still in the mood to eat? The Bodhisattva's order is for us to find King Ming quickly. If we delay the Bodhisattva, you will be rewarded.

Besides, this place is obviously a ghost place. Who knows what the hell the food here is? "

Seeing the monk sitting down, the expressions of the other people changed and they quickly spoke to stop him.

"No, it's too fragrant. I really can't stand it anymore. Maybe it's because I spent so much on serving the Bodhisattva before. Well, it smells so good."

While he was talking, a lame old man came over with a bowl of steaming rice rolls. The monk named Suddhodana couldn't wait to get up and grab it. He didn't even use chopsticks. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed it.

"Damn it, Suddhodana must have been blinded by ghosts because of the yin energy in his body. Let's leave him alone for now. Let's go find King Ming as soon as possible.

This place is weird, but fortunately it has its own set of rules. What we know now is that as long as you ignore the ghosts in the city, you will be safe. "

The other monks who saw this scene turned around and left, as if they didn't regard this guy as a companion at all.

And the lame old man was still just in front of the monk named Jingfan, carefully serving him, and didn't even look at the people who left.

"The ghost's qi is constantly eroding and polluting, this monk is hopeless. "

And behind him,

Shi Ran looked at the monk who was eating and drinking without restraint, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

In his sight,

what the monk was eating was not rice noodle rolls at all, but bloody large intestines that had just been dug out from someone's body.

And as the monk continued to eat, Shi Ran found that his spirit began to gradually become cold, and his originally rosy skin slowly turned pale.

After a while, his breath was getting closer and closer to the ghosts around him.

Then he looked up again,

and saw that the monks who had walked far ahead had also stopped at some point, staring at the food on the roadside stall with their eyes, drooling at the corners of their mouths.

Around him,

there were already many impatient ghosts holding food in their hands, which exuded an extremely tempting aroma.

"Why do I feel like I'm back in Black Wind Ridge? "

At this moment, those delicious delicacies have already returned to their original appearance in Shi Ran's eyes.

Greasy thighs, charred hand bones, bloody internal organs...