The twenty or so people from the White Lotus Sect arranged six tables, spread out next to Li Changan's table, and happened to surround the three of them in the middle.
He rubbed his hands and stood aside with a smile, just like a farmer waiting for a silly rabbit to hit the tree stump.
With this behavior, both sides became more and more reluctant to take action, and only remained in a tense stalemate.
The actor inside changed the song again, played the pipa, and his voice drifted faintly this way.
"Walking to the top and staying in the fields, how majestic is the solitary tomb... May I ask whose land is buried under the wormwood..."
In the sad song, the scholar suddenly smiled:
"Since your husband is able to condescend and condescend, we can do our best, but..." He picked up the cup and said "sincerely": "The noble young master of the White Lotus Sect, follow me and eat the leftovers from the table.
I’m afraid I’ve lost face.”
Zuo Shi glanced at the untouched dishes on the table.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you eat or drink. What matters is the person."
"well said."
The scholar clapped his hands.
"In this case, we can't be stingy, so..."
He waved to the store owner.
"Shopkeeper!"
"Come on!"
"Remove all the dishes from this table."
He faced six tables of people with more than twenty pairs of eyes and said clearly word by word:
"I want to order again."
If you don’t want to follow suit, then look carefully!
………………
Not long after, the table between Li Changan and three people was cleared.
Facing those cold, angry, or hostile eyes, the scholar straightened his chest and raised his finger to order the food.
"White-cut pork head."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man on the table next to him immediately shouted after him.
"White-cut pork head."
"Suet-fat leek cake."
"Suet-fat leek cake."
“Steamed duck.”
“Steamed duck.”
…
The scholar ordered the name of the dish, and the old man followed suit. Before long, the seven tables were filled with the same food and wine.
Steamed and fried, all meat and vegetables are available, and the aroma is overflowing.
Everyone in the venue had been working hard all night and had eaten enough, and everyone was tired and hungry. Now a table of sumptuous food and wine was in front of them. Everyone was secretly swallowing their saliva, but no one dared to start.
Who dares to eat anything from this ghost market?
But no one is willing to refuse to eat, and no one dares to say not to eat. Who knows what rules this store or the City God's inn has set.
What will happen if you eat it? What will happen if you don’t eat it? No one knows.
The group of people could only keep their eyes on the scholar. They were all veterans, and they all saw it: the bearded man, the Taoist priest, and the scholar. Among the three of them, the one who really understood the ways of this ghost market was the scholar.
The twenty-odd members of the White Lotus Sect are among the world's best masters. Although their magical powers are no longer present in this ghost town inn, their prestige is still there. Ordinary people are in the crosshairs of this crowd, and I am afraid they are fighting with each other, unable to control themselves.
But the scholar was very leisurely, rolled up his sleeves slowly, and then slowly picked up the wine glass.
Oh, I have to drink first!
Everyone in the White Lotus Sect over there immediately learned the lesson and raised their cups in unison.
However, the scholar here shook his head and put down the wine glass again.
The people in the White Lotus Sect over there quickly threw the cups away, as if there were thorns growing on them.
The scholar picked up the pork head with his chopsticks; everyone in the White Lotus Sect followed suit and picked up the pork head.
The scholar tore off a duck leg; everyone in the White Lotus Sect rushed to grab the steamed duck.
The scholar put aside his elegance and shook off his cheeks to make a fuss; the believers over there showed their true colors as green forest warriors, and fought over the dinner table in a panic.
…………
And just when this group of people were eating and their mouths were full of oil, a disturbing voice suddenly sounded.
"Bang."
But Li Changan picked up the chopsticks instead of picking up the food, and instead knocked on the plate rudely.
"Wait a minute."
"What?" the scholar asked out of curiosity.
Li Changan was not in a hurry to answer. He waited for more than twenty pairs of eyes to look over, then raised his voice and made a "confused" look.
"Since this is an inn in a ghost market, of course the food sold is for ghosts to eat. But can humans also eat the food that ghosts eat?"
After saying this sentence, someone in the White Lotus Sect immediately showed ridicule. The Taoist priest was startled and thought about bluffing others, and the scholar would also eat it...
"The Taoist priest reminds me that you really can't eat it!"
Unexpectedly, the scholar nodded as if he suddenly understood, unfolded his sleeves, and took out a plate from the wide sleeves of his scholar's robe.
I saw that none of the things he had eaten before were piled on the plate.
There was a deathly silence.
The masters of the White Lotus Sect are all as stupid as chickens, and with their bulging cheeks, they look particularly funny.
"Pfft...hahaha!"
The bearded man, who had been keeping silent and drinking with his head covered, shrugged and finally couldn't help laughing loudly. The Taoist priest quickly gave a look, don't be too busy laughing, the play hasn't finished yet.
He suppressed his laughter and cleared his throat.
"It is said that the food and clothing used by ghosts are all transformed from things in the world, and poor Taoists have little knowledge..." The Taoist priest picked up the meat on the table with his chopsticks. "What do the scholars think these foods are really like?"
"Maybe it's human flesh?"
Someone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Still dead human flesh."
Someone is retching.
"Maggot-infested, rotten, pus-oozing dead human flesh."
At this time, everyone was scratching their throats. But the scholar and the Taoist priest were singing in harmony, and they were still in high spirits, and they continued to talk nonsense.
"With corpse poison."
"How did you eat?"
"The intestines are punctured and the belly is rotten, and he will die."
"Fortunately, I didn't eat."
"I didn't eat either."
"Only fools eat it."
"Only fools eat it."
The two sang in harmony and toasted each other contentedly, completely ignoring the twenty or so people who were holding their throats, tears and snot pouring out of their noses, but unable to vomit anything. For a while, the sound of retching could not be heard, even the actor
The sound of playing and singing was suppressed.
It took a long time to calm down, but the Taoist priest spoke again.
"Wait a minute."
Everyone in the White Lotus Sect trembled when they heard the sound.
“If I can’t eat the food, can I still drink this wine?”
Everyone stared at the wine glasses, and the scholar chuckled.
"Taoist Priest is overly worried. If it's poisonous, the three of us drank a lot earlier and would have had an attack long ago."
After hearing these words, everyone in the White Lotus Sect felt a little relieved, but they didn't dare to believe it completely. This time they stopped looking at the scholar. This guy knew how to do tricks, so he was very bad. Instead, they stared at the Taoist priest and the bearded man, watching the two people really
He actually put the wine glass to his mouth and clearly saw his throat rolling.
One by one, they picked up the drinks and poured them into their bellies. They had retched before, but nothing came out. Although there was no physical reaction, there was always some psychological shadow, and it felt better after a glass of wine.
Even Zuo Shi Bai Lian looked livid and tried his best to maintain a calm and unhurried demeanor. He poured the wine and only took a sip of half a glass.
"Bang."
The damn Taoist priest struck his chopsticks again.
"Wait a minute, it's still wrong."
"How to say?"
"It seems we brought the wine ourselves."
"Right."
"What kind of wine is served in the store?"
"Maybe it's toad urine."
"How did you eat?"
"The intestines are punctured and the belly is rotten, and he will die."
"Fortunately I didn't drink."
"I didn't drink either."
"Only fools drink."
"Only fools drink."
………………
"Your mother!"
The people of the White Lotus Sect are all heroes in the green forest, and none of them have a bad temper. How can they endure these repeated cleanings. Immediately, someone started shouting and shouting obscene words, but the shopkeeper on the side
Looking faintly to this side, the anger was extinguished by the basin of cold water, and San San sat back again.
Even Zuo Shi Bai Lian was furious, and his deliberate demeanor was gone. The ceramic wine glass shattered into pieces in his hands, the sharp fragments pierced his palm, and the red wine mixed with it spilled all over the floor.
He stared at the three of them.
"If you have any other suggestions, you might as well share them with us!"
Although the other party was already furious, the three of them, especially the scholar, were not the ones who would just give up when things got good.
"I don't dare to take it seriously, but I really have it..."
"how?"
Before he finished speaking, Bai Lian's eyes flashed coldly and he interrupted in a bad tone.
"You can't eat the food, you can't drink the wine, is it possible that you can't sit on this stool?!"
"Where are you talking about?"
The scholar smiled and waved his hand.
"I'm ashamed to say it."
He said this without any hint of shame on his face.
"I've been short on money lately, so I can still barely pay for the food and drinks for this table..."
With that said, the scholar called the shopkeeper and asked how much the food and wine on the table cost.
The shopkeeper picked up the abacus and dialed the numbers.
"Two taels of silver."
Without saying anything, the scholar took out two pieces of yellow paper money from his arms, folded them into ingots and handed them over. Strangely enough, in the hands of the scholar, they were still paper money, but in the hands of the store, they turned into two ingots of silver ingots.
Forget it, he pointed to the six tables in the surrounding White Lotus Sect one by one.
"...I can't do anything about the six tables of food and wine served by Zuo Envoy's subordinates."
“No effort and no expense!”
Although he knew there must be something evil going on, Bai Lianzuo still signaled the old man to settle the bill.
However.
The silver that the old man took out fell into the hands of the shopkeeper, and turned into a few pieces of rubble. He exchanged it for gold, but it turned into pieces of yellow clay. He had no choice but to raise copper coins, but before he handed them over, they turned into pieces of clay.
A handful of rotten leaves.
"Small business is not easy, so customers should stop joking."
The shopkeeper's voice was faint, and the White Lotus disciples present were breaking out in cold sweat.
So, someone immediately tore off the jade pendant from his waist, and it turned into rotten tree bark just by handing it over; he knocked off the pearl inlaid on the scabbard, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a dead fish eyeball... No matter what kind of gold or silver treasure, it is here and now.
Become worthless rotten wood!
"Is it possible that the guest has no money?"
The store owner's voice was tepid, but everyone in the White Lotus Sect shuddered. They had no choice but to look at their master.
Commander Bai Lianzuo took a sip. He didn't look at his subordinates or the shop. Instead, he stared at the three of them. However, the three of them didn't react at all and just drank contentedly.
Is this where Tu Qiong Dagger meets?
He thought to himself, and finally turned to deal with the store owner.
"City God, don't pretend to be pretentious. If you like something on us that can be used to offset your debt, just say so!"
Li Changan, who was watching with cold eyes, felt a slight movement in his heart when he heard these words. He thought of the ghost market he entered by mistake when he first came to this world, the bowl of noodles with human heads, and the stall owner who asked for his life.
"The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, can it be healed anywhere?"
The shopkeeper nodded, showing his white teeth.
………………
"Young Master, save..."
The screams stopped abruptly.
There seemed to be no big changes in the inn. It was still noisy inside and silent outside. Only the blood stains on the ground winding towards the back kitchen of the inn silently told what happened here.
Since you don’t have money to pay the bill, you can pay it with your life!
One tael of silver for a life, the price is very fair, at least more fair than those selling girls and boys in butcher shops.
However, the broken plates, tables and stools on the floor, as well as the new wounds on some people's bodies, told that the process of selecting "wine and food money" was not very fair.
The scholar drank a drink happily. The more embarrassed the White Lotus Sect was, the happier he felt. As for the masters of the White Lotus Sect in the field, no matter who he bumped into, he would have to weigh it carefully. But now, it's just that
With a little trick, more than ten people were eliminated.
"Why bother? You've lost your life for food and wine that you can't eat."
Bai Lianzuo's face had turned black to the bottom of a pot, and the scholar said these sarcastic words in his ears, which made his eyes almost want to spit fire.
"Don't be too happy, wait until the ghost market is over and see who can have the last laugh!"
"Heh." This little threat is just a breeze to the scholar. "The inn has passed, but you don't think that we are just going to..."
suddenly.
"well."
The Taoist sighed deeply and interrupted the scholar's words.
Bai Lian Zuo Shi turned around with a serious look. "What? The Taoist Master also has some advice."
"No."
The Taoist priest shook his head.
"I'm just impressed by your good intentions."
As soon as this sentence was spoken, the scholar and the bearded man were stunned when they heard it, and they all looked over in surprise. This sentence was not in the script.
"oh."
The anger on Bai Lianzuo's face gradually calmed down, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his slender eyes revealed the arrogance in his bones.
"The Taoist priest discovered it."
The Taoist smiled and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Half of my body is numb. If I don't stay alert, I might become a fool."
The scholar's expression changed when he heard this. After being reminded by the Taoist priest, he was shocked to find that his lower body was unconscious. He suddenly looked down and saw that from the waist down, half of his body was covered by a very thin film of water.
A few strands of blood looked like worms squirming in it.
That glass of wine?!
After realizing it, the scholar was both annoyed and surprised. What was annoying was that he was so complacent that he had everything under control. What was surprising was not why the other party was able to cast spells? But, if it hadn't been for the Taoist priest's reminder, he would have never done it from beginning to end.
aware.
"Psychiatry."
Yan Xinglie, who had been silent all night, revealed the answer to the mystery.
"It is said that the White Lotus Sect is good at manipulating people's hearts, messing with people's souls, and is unrivaled in the world in its ability to capture souls. When I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation."
The scholar smiled bitterly. He still didn't understand why. Although he seemed to be fooling his opponent around, he gradually fell deeper under the subtle influence of the opponent's spells. If the Taoist priest hadn't reminded him in time, he would have shaken all his cards.
But he still has a question.
"When did you get tricked?"
"From the first time you saw me."
He gave the answer in a calm tone, and then took out the sheep transformed by the White Lotus Saint from under the table. After checking it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief. After a hard night's pursuit, he finally caught his wife who had passed through the door.
After snatching it back, it was not in vain to take risks and make sacrifices with the enemy.
"coming."
But suddenly, the scholar said something carelessly.
Bai Lian Zuo Shi raised his head suspiciously when he heard this, but was surprised to find that there was no trace of frustration or annoyance on the faces of the three of them. His brows jumped, and a sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his heart.
"What's coming?"
The scholar's smile was a little weird.
"Didn't Zuo Shi hear that? That sound of advocacy."
Among the noise coming from outside the building, he could indeed vaguely hear the sound of drumming. He listened carefully and found that the sound was getting louder, closer, and clearer. He could clearly distinguish short flutes and chants from inside.
Hujia and big drums, with solemn and solemn tunes, are loud and powerful, just like the ceremonial procession of a prince approaching.
"what is that?"
The scholar did not answer, but asked another question.
"Have you ever heard of the origin of the Pingye City God?"
"reason?"
The sense of crisis in Bai Lianzuo's heart became more and more urgent. He still wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly, the ground beneath his feet shook suddenly.
The roof beams creaked, dust rustled down, and all kinds of screams could be heard.