The pair of singing and playing actors moved to the scholar's table, playing the pipa and singing soft Jiangnan tunes; the drinkers at the next table became more and more dissolute, the bowls were bumped together more and more urgently, and the fist-pumping chants were shouted louder and louder, and the drinks were spilled.
The wine rustled down along with the leftover bones, and the yellow dog below, which had eaten, wagged its tail and made a "whooshing" sound.
The bright light shone in from the windows on all sides, making the dust floating in the air appear clearly.
The whole inn looks lively and warm.
However, being in it, everyone in the White Lotus Sect only felt a chill, climbing up from the bare feet, like a snake, climbing up to the knees, wrapping around the neck, and burrowing straight into people's eyes.
cold!
It was even colder than when I was riding in the wind and rain before.
Although the Fat Monk and Skinny Tao brothers were a bit reckless, they were indeed rare masters in the world, and yet they died in such an understatement...?
Is it true, as the scholar said, that the magic skills of myself and others have become useless decorations here?
Some people who did not believe in evil quietly picked up magic formulas or recited incantations. After a while, their faces were gray and their expressions were dazed. There was no need to say more about their conclusions.
suddenly.
A man in black robe rushed out from the crowd, knelt down on the ground towards the store, used the green bricks on the ground as a drum head, and his head as a drumstick, making a "dong dong" sound and kowtowed.
There were several noises in the crowd, and Cheng Liang was even more surprised. No one else, this person was none other than his subordinate, the local-born boss Qi.
He quickly stepped forward, pulled his subordinate up, and said angrily:
"What are you doing..."
In the middle of his words, Cheng Liang stopped talking and frowned. In front of him was an old face with tears streaming down his face and his eyes wandering. It turned out that he was scared out of his mind.
Straight thief!
Cheng Liang said "bad luck". He had known that the quality of the staff of the Zhenfu Division had been poor in recent years, but he didn't expect it to decline to such a state. You, a person who specializes in monsters, are actually scared out of your mind by ghosts!
Cheng Liang felt angry, raised his hand and slapped him twice.
But after two crisp noises, the man did not wake up and did not speak. Instead, he became more confused and began to speak incoherently.
Cheng Liang listened carefully to a few sentences, all of which were:
"Grandpa City God, please forgive me, Grandpa City God, please forgive me..."
What nonsense is this?!
Cheng Liang pushed the boss Qi back into the crowd and ordered the remaining men to gag him. Turning his head, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the store owner.
I don't know if it was because of the general flag's act of kneeling down that the store owner restrained his funny and flattering look, straightened his back, put his hands between his chest and abdomen, closed his eyes slightly, and smiled half-heartedly... The more Cheng Liang looked, the more he felt.
It seemed familiar, but the more I looked at it, the more confused I became. Finally, an idea flashed through my mind. Doesn’t this look like a... statue in the temple?
City God?!!
A trembling spirit, like a thunderbolt, shot straight from the tail vertebrae to the heavenly spirit.
He staggered back a few steps, then with a stern look on his face, he took three steps at a time and approached Bai Lianzuo. He whispered and hurriedly explained his conjecture in detail, and then ignored the faces of the people around him.
Lai Zaizuo stopped moving next to him.
Although this place is strange and dangerous, how could the dignified young master of the White Lotus Sect not have a way to escape and save his life? The hundreds of believers who died earlier were just minions, and they will die if they die, but the people gathered around him now are
They are the elites accumulated by the White Lotus Sect over the years, and Zuo Shi will not ignore them. But as a newly attached person, that is another matter.
So Cheng Liang made up his mind to follow the White Lotus envoy closely, so that he could have a chance of survival.
Cheng Liang's guess was right. Zuo Shi Bai Lian did have a way to escape. But Cheng Liang also thought that he was a little bit wrong. Whether it was the hundreds of cultists who died earlier or the dozen or so masters left now, in Zuo Shi's case
All he sees are cannon fodder that can be discarded.
The reason why he didn't retreat was firstly because he had something to rely on, and secondly because of the White Lotus Saint.
The news that the White Lotus Sect has lost its saint has long spread throughout the world, and there are already dark waves surging on the road. During this period, he traced the traces of Yan Xinglie, and at the same time he did not know how many other forces were cut off.
The claws that came. Now I have finally managed to get the Saint back. If I let go, I don’t know how many twists and turns there will be in the future.
How can you give up so easily?!
It's just... a ghost market, no!
He glanced at the scholar opposite who was smiling frivolously.
Using half-truths and half-false lies to fool us, what kind of ghost city is this? It is clearly a ghost town! It is also a ghost town where the city god himself is in charge!
and……
He looked at the store carefully again.
Oh, this master is probably the one in front of me.
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The members of the White Lotus Sect were in panic, and the leader of the Zuo Envoy was hesitant.
The scholar spoke slowly again.
"Hey, if you don't listen to me, your life is just around the corner."
The scholar held in his hand a relic that the fat monk had scattered before, shaking his head like a nerd chanting:
"Don't underestimate the ghost market. The sages have said: If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. Whether this ghost market is dangerous or not depends on whether the ghosts inside are powerful. I have explored some snake caves and poked some
If you are in a rat's nest, you think you can break into the dragon's pond and the tiger's den."
The scholar flicked the beads in his hand and smiled at the other two people at the table:
"Isn't it ridiculous?"
The bearded man nodded with a straight face. Li Changan agreed and took over the conversation.
"Really ridiculous."
But the conversation changed, and it seemed like he was giving advice to the other party.
"But since it is a ghost market, there will be ghost market rules. Since there are rules, if you follow the rules, you will probably be fine."
When do people feel most panicked and helpless?
Probably the things that people value most or rely on are suddenly gone. For example, the official fan lost his official position, the swordsman broke his sword, and the courtesan in the brothel lost her pretty face. The White Lotus Sect masters in the inn usually
Relying on magic, many people do evil things. Now that they are in the ghost world, they suddenly realize that their skills are useless, and everyone is already very upset.
Hearing Li Changan's words suddenly, everyone's ears trembled, even the eyes of the left envoy Bai Lian flashed.
The three of them took this situation into consideration and quietly exchanged glances. The scholar continued:
"What the Taoist Master said is correct..." As he spoke, he slowly raised a finger, "But I was a little wrong."
"Please say."
"If you are the master here, someone robs your temple, kills your servants, and takes your wife. Now there is a way to heaven but he will not take it, and hell has no door to break in, and it will fall into your hands."
The scholar deliberately grinned a few times, glanced meaningfully at the shopkeeper, and then said:
"Will you still talk to him about the rules?"
The Taoist priest answered the question incorrectly.
"It's hard to say, Pindao has always been unruly."
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The bad guys build temples, kill servants, and steal wives.
Every word was like a hammer hitting Cheng Liang's heart.
Damn it! Everything was inseparable from him. He could only quietly move his steps, trying to get closer to Bai Lianzuo.
Suddenly.
Perhaps it was the scholar's instigation, or perhaps it was Zuo Shi's long hesitation, but the shopkeeper seemed to be impatient with waiting, so he took a step forward.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
It was the same sentence, and even the tone did not change at all, but the masters of the White Lotus Sect were so frightened that they all took a step back. In fact, Cheng Liang even smelled the smell of urine.
He looked back and saw that it was still his subordinate.
The officer from the Zhenfu Division looked at his superior, his eyes rolling around on his sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face. He pointed tremblingly at the lobby and called out in aggrieved tone: "Sir..."
Cheng Liang resisted the cold, followed the direction, and turned his head to take a look.
Ding!
My heart skipped a beat.
The noise around them didn't stop for a moment, the singers were still singing, and the shouters were still shouting. However, I don't know when, the scholars in the inn, the actors, the drinkers, the waiters, and even the pedestrians on the street were all there.
While he was doing his own thing, he quietly turned his face and stared directly at the people of the White Lotus Sect.
The fierce appearance has appeared, and it will bite people.
And at this moment.
Bai Lian Zuo Shi suddenly laughed.
He took a step forward and arrived in front of the store.
"Little Lord……"
The old man next to him looked worried.
"It doesn't matter."
He waved his hands and looked calm.
He understands!
As early as when the scholar and the Taoist priest were singing harmony, he noticed that the bearded man had been holding the wine glass in his hand and never let go. Even his nails turned white due to the exertion. He was obviously extremely nervous.
In the eyes of others, he was hesitant, but in fact, he had been observing secretly.
But just now, the city god pressed him again and again, and when he was about to retreat, Yan Xinglie, although he remained calm, relaxed his grip on his hand, obviously heaving a sigh of relief.
Scholars and Taoist priests are cunning people and should not be trusted easily, but Yan Xinglie is just a warrior and does not have such crooked thoughts.
Bai Lianzuo didn't understand why. These three people were obviously pretending to be calm and making false threats to scare away his group.
Since the opponent wants to leave on his own, he must stay.
This ghost market is certainly dangerous, but since the other party dares to enter, the doorway is clear. No matter what they do, I and others will do the same. As long as it waits until dawn, the ghost market will naturally dissipate. I think they can still survive in the future.
What tricks can you play with?
Having made up his mind, the young Zuo Shi Bai Lian smiled casually, shook off the folding fan in his hand, and revealed the appearance of a handsome young man in troubled times.
"City God, hehe... the shop owner doesn't want to take a seat yet."
After finishing speaking, he smiled and pointed at the three people opposite him, and spoke clearly every word.
"Whatever the guests at that table want, we want."
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"okay."
The innkeeper agreed, then changed back to his funny and flattering look, and asked the waiters to move up their seats, as if he were just an ordinary innkeeper. Unfortunately, the pool of blood outside the door was still dazzlingly red.
Bai Lianzuo turned around and gave instructions a few times, and Shi Shiran actually came to the table of three people. Regardless of the wary looks of the three people, he raised his hands and turned them around again, indicating that he had no intention of doing anything, and then put away the folding fan.
, knock it into the palm of your hand.
"I'm disturbing you three Yaxing, but I have a lot of people, so I'm afraid there aren't enough tables and stools in the store. I see there are still spaces at the table for you three, so I'm shameless..."
After saying that, he sat down calmly and took care of himself. At the end, he asked a question deliberately.
"By the way...this is not against the rules, right?"