Looking for friends, finding a female yaksha~

Sorry, shake hands, you are my little money...

The strange and romantic nursery rhymes floated in the entire blood-colored space. Sanmu was injured and the road of life was hoped. Yan Zheng was in a particularly beautiful mood at this moment.

Even the blood color filled the air seemed a little cute. The sky melted like a candle and the moon began to dissipate, like a pool of blood slowly spreading on the ground.

If the sky is full of fire, like the tide of spring rivers, overflowing the sky, as if it is about to flow down at any time.

Black and red can't see at a glance, looking up at the sky, Yan Zheng had an illusion that he seemed to be a grasshopper, standing at the bottom of the Shura Blood Sea, and an invisible sense of oppression fell in his heart, which made him feel a little troubled to breathe.

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The world around us returned to the silent appearance once again, and all the noise and hustle and bustle stopped at no time.

As Sanmu left to investigate external hidden dangers, Sanmu host was missing in the core of the dream and fell into a state of stagnation.

The wind stopped, and the flags on the flagpole also stopped in the air and swayed in the wind. The pedestrians on the street seemed to have been pressed and their movements stopped for the previous second.

On both sides of the street, vendors and diners also stopped for a moment, holding the pig demon who was about to bite, the chicken demon who was pecking his palm, and the sheep-headed monster who was grilling meat skewers...

If the food in their hands is not made of humans as ingredients, Yan Zheng would think it is a normal market.

From this point of view, Yan Zheng can also see Sanmu's thoughts, pig's trotters, chicken feet, and mutton skewers. The animals that have made these delicious food have turned into diners, while humans who have been diners have become foods in their mouths.

Sanmu's design is very targeted, with the sheep-headed monster grilled lamb skewers, and the chicken monster eating chicken feet... The most common ones on the street are all kinds of pig-headed monsters. After all, pork is the food that everyone often eats on weekdays.

Yan Zheng carefully passed through the demon group, looking around him was shocking. For Yan Zheng, creepy was not the most important thing. Below his fear was the conflicting reflection in his heart. Every step he took was heavy in his heart and the sins he carried would be a little worse.

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He knew very well in his heart that Miki magnified the ugliness of human beings with a generalization. He had to face the impact of this bloody fact that he was a little shaken and began to disgust his identity as a human being. Or he was evading the responsibility he was carrying

and sin.

Yan Zheng walked very slowly, his mind was always vague. He didn't know what he was thinking or what he should think. The thoughts in his mind were like countless flies emerging one after another. Before he could think about it, the next thought came out.

One after another, he was overwhelmed.

Like a walking corpse, wandering on the frozen street. It was like a lonely ghost wandering in a dead city, not knowing where he should go.

In a daze, Yan Zheng didn't know how long he had left, but suddenly he heard a rustling sound of water, accompanied by the crisp impact of the plate, which came into his ears from afar.

The sound was very weak. When Yan Zheng opened it, he thought he had hallucinations. As the sound continued to sound, the crisp sound of jingling was endless. Those who didn't know thought there was some clear spring and stream around him.

The sound of a voice pulled Yan Zheng's flying thoughts back into his body. Yan Zheng raised his head in surprise and looked at a building next to the street. The carved beams and painted buildings were extremely magnificent, and the vermilion red facade was no less than Lai Touliu's Supreme Betting

Fang.

The door was twenty or thirty meters high, and Yan Zheng felt very small when he stood at the door.

He held Zhuzi Yanzheng and looked inside. The vermilion carpet spread throughout the house. There was a huge performance flower table in the center, surrounded by tables and chairs. The huge glazed skylight on the top could see the blood in the sky.

The decoration here is a bit like the high-end hotels in ancient times, but they have been magnified seven or eight times. This level of hotel is similar to the current heaven and earth.

Friends who come here to play are not only rich but also romantic. Maybe some poets and poets will come here to recite poems and write poems~

Somehow, the hall was empty and there was no decoration on the table. Yan Zheng looked back and forth vigilantly, and did not let go of any corner like mines clearing.

After confirming that there was no danger, Yan Zheng tentatively moved a few steps inside, and the feeling came from Yan Zheng's feet on the red carpet was a bit strange.

Whether the hook at the end of the shrimp legs often tripped him on the carpet? At first he didn't care. After tripping many times, Yan Zheng gradually became suspicious. He lay on the carpet and studied it carefully before he found out that the carpet was

It is made of countless hairs, and the scalp that is exposed to the roots of the hair can be seen vaguely.

At this moment, Yan Zheng's back felt cold, and he finally knew why his feet were soft and felt like he was stepping on the pork.

Because these carpets are woven with hair with scalp, the entire hall is nearly 1,000 square meters and are covered with carpets. I don’t know how many people have used…

Yan Zheng couldn't imagine the scene below. He just felt like he was stepping on charcoal, and the carpet under his feet suddenly became burnt.

Yan Zheng rushed to a table in a panic. Although there was no one in the hall, Yan Zheng always felt like he was full of demons. They grinned and sang like Shura Field. A drop of bloody vegetable soup fell into the carpet.

Wearing beautiful hair and soaking the scalp.

Yan Zheng seemed to hear the wailing of the scalp owner, and his body was made into various delicious dishes. Even his hair was used by people, and there was no waste on his body.

It’s like humans develop cattle and sheep to the extreme ones. The horns of cows are used as bows, cow skin is used as bones, cow tendon is used as bows... all internal organs, flesh, skin and bones are used as their use...

Sanmu really understands humans and observes the daily life of human beings so meticulously.

But at this moment, Yan Zheng felt that it was a bit too terrifying to use thrift here.

Shen Yanzheng waved away the shadow in his heart, closed his eyes and listened to the source of the sound. Not long after, Yanzheng opened his eyes and locked his eyes behind the flower platform directly opposite. Behind the flower platform was a place connecting the second floor.

The luxurious staircase spans more than ten meters, and dozens of people don’t seem crowded.

The sound came from behind the stairs. After looking at the stairs, Yan Zheng looked at the carpet under his feet, feeling like there was no place to settle down on the ground.

After struggling on the table for a while, Yan Zheng gritted his teeth and jumped off the table, locked the direction and closed his eyes, and ran wildly.

Her hair kept entangling with Yan Zheng's hook-shaped toes. Yan Zheng's running journey was not smooth, and he stumbled and stumbled.

But no matter how many times he fell, he didn't dare to open his eyes. He opened his eyes slightly in panic when he thought he was about to run to the place.
Chapter completed!