Lord, I am such a good person.

It seems that one of them can't bear it anymore.

He reached out and grabbed the meat skewer from a woman's hand and couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Crunch~"

The splash of fresh juice made the remaining monks unable to bear it any longer. They took the food handed by the ghosts and sat down on the ground, wolfing it down;

As these guys continued to swallow, their eyes began to turn green, and their fangs began to grow uncontrollably.

Slowly, the skin began to crack, and then densely packed granulations began to fly in the air.

"It's stronger than the one called Suddhodana before, but it can't resist the corrosion and pollution of this futile death."

After saying that, he turned around in relief and looked at the monk who was doing the cleansing meal.

The latter was seen slumping to the ground with a satisfied face at this moment, his eyes were intoxicated, while the old man was lying on the monk's belly with his back to Relief, as if his hands were constantly digging. Something, blood flowed all over the ground instantly.

"It seems that after the foggy gloom rose in the city earlier, these ghosts all changed their appearance.

No, it should be said that this is what these guys looked like, because what these guys faced before were not living people at all, but the two shackle generals and the Yin soldiers under the City God's Division. "

Just when Sheng Ran was looking around carefully, waves of fluctuations suddenly appeared in his perception. There was no sound, but it seemed to be whispering in his ears.

It sounds like, it's like talking with a piece of mud in your mouth,

"Is this nonsense? No, monks can understand nonsense. This is communication between ghosts."

People have their own words, and ghosts also have their own words, but these are just for mortals.

After all, for monks, whether it is monster words or ghost words, magic words or fairy words, the meaning can be clearly expressed through the fluctuation of spiritual thoughts.

Of course, if the ghosts and spirits do not emit special fluctuations, and the monks do not pay attention to listen, they will indeed ignore it.

Then with a thought in my mind, I heard the whispers clearly.

"A living person is coming to the city~"

"Shh, you all keep your voices down, what if the people next door are attracted to you too?"

"Hehe, it smells so good. It's almost time. It's almost time. These few meatballs can be eaten."

"..."

Among these ghost words, the auras of those drunken monks were no different from those of the surrounding ghosts.

soon,

In the eyes of relief and shock, I saw this group of eager ghosts swarming up and frantically starting to dig their hearts out at these guys.

"Hmm~"

Among them, the monk with the highest level of cultivation, that is, the monk who first spoke to stop Suddhodana, seemed to wake up from the pain.

"not good!"

Look around,

Looking at the companions who seemed to be drunk to death, I felt my scalp explode. I subconsciously waved my hand and a vajra flew out, instantly shattering the ghosts lying on them.

But just when this guy was about to use his body skills to move out, he suddenly stumbled, and his clear eyes that had recovered became blurry again, looking as if he was drunk.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva saves..."

But before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

It turned out that it was drowned by the endless stream of ghosts rushing up from around it.

"Is it because of the fog after those ghosts disappeared?"

On the empty street, Ran Ran held his chin in curiosity, but the scene just now appeared in his mind.

Originally, the monk was half asleep because he had eaten too much. He only managed to wake up because he had reached the second level of cultivation. But unfortunately, he died of drunkenness again after being invaded by the mist.

"Crack~crunch~"

As the sound of chewing slowly disappeared,

The streets have returned to the lively scene they once were,

Not even a trace of blood appeared where those monks were before.

"All the flesh and bones were eaten clean by this city of futile death."

Looking down at the mist swirling on my fingertips, I looked up at the sky with relief.

In the center of the sky, a blood moon quietly appeared.

"[Strange Realm] · [City of In vain death]: Use the soul of in vain death as firewood to ignite the treacherous realm of In vain death.

Note:

1. Assimilation, being in a strange situation, will be polluted and assimilated as time goes by.

2. Rules: When you are in a strange place, you must abide by the rules of the city, such as no eating, no lust, no killing...violators will be punished by being eaten by thousands of ghosts.

3. In the underworld, no living person can appear. If there is, then he will shine like a candle in the night.

4.…”

"Yes, fortunately, Lord Buddha, I have the aura of the Nine Sons of Ghost Mother to protect me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have been discovered by these ghosts immediately."

He curled his lips, raised his feet in relief and continued in the direction of the Shackles Division.

………

At this time, the bottom of the city was like a black stone hell,

The two generals of the shackles sat cross-legged opposite each other and slowly opened their eyes.

"What a powerful field, what weird rules."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that a group of mortal ghosts could swallow up the second-level Buddhist cultivators after opening the mysterious realm. It's really scary."

Silver Suo looked up at the scene on the black reef between the two of them with excitement on his face.

"Brother, look, the recovery speed of the City of Death seems to be a little faster after devouring these monks of the first and second realms."

Look in the direction pointed by Silver Lock,

I saw that somewhere in the picture, several hollow black bricks suddenly appeared on the city wall, and there seemed to be a painful figure on the surface of the black bricks, constantly flashing and wailing.

"Yes, it's a pity that after becoming a monk, he has escaped from the predetermined fate. Even if he dies now, it can't be considered a death in vain. At most, he can only serve as these hollow bricks and tiles."

As he said this, the golden shackles made a curse seal with his hands and recited the city god's spell.

The next moment,

I saw that the hunchbacked ghosts lying on the bed boards in several houses in the city suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared. At the same time, the new hollow black bricks slowly became full.

"Haha, fortunately, Brother Wuchang has been quite diligent recently, so there are more and more people who died unjustly in Cangwu City. Well, the materials are still sufficient, enough for us to splurge."

As he said this, the two of them cast their eyes on the sedan chair parked somewhere in the city,

"In that case, let the strange world fully revive. I can't wait to know how many unjustly dead black bricks this Great Joy Bodhisattva can turn into."

...

"Big Head, Big Head, does this scene look like the last time we came here?"

The big-headed ghost squatting at the foot of the wall held a bone pen and a bone book.

It looked like he was drawing something.

"The scene last time was not so big. Big Head probably thought that the two bastards were going to deal with the happy female devil.

Well, this time Big Head should know what kind of ghost things the city god is hiding."

While writing furiously,

a vivid [Carnival Picture of the City of Unjustly Dead Ghosts] appeared on the bone book.