Qu Luo knew something was wrong, but he still listened to Nangong Baiye's words and swallowed the unpalatable dish.
Nangong Hongyan's face was not that good, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her hands under the table were shaking.
This way of eating is so abnormal!
She suddenly remembered what her grandfather taught them when they were children. He said: "People earn a breath, ghosts earn a stick of incense. They can't eat, they can only smell..."
Nangong Hongyan was so scared that she held her hand down to prevent it from shaking so obviously.
Jiang Dao smiled at her, his eyes were all green and black: "Miss Qi, eat quickly, this dish will not taste good when it is cold."
Nangong Hongyan lowered her head, suppressed her fear, and ate the food on the plate one bite after another.
She remembered it all.
This meal is the meal of the underworld.
Grandfather said that everyone should eat a meal like this when they just die.
Most people died peacefully and left after eating.
Only a small number of people would want to bring other living people to eat with them when eating food from the underworld, so as to facilitate their reincarnation.
At this time, you must pretend you don’t know anything and eat it.
otherwise……
Nangong Hongyan didn't dare to think about it anymore. She thought why was she so unlucky that something like this happened to her?
After about a few minutes, Jiang Dao seemed to have eaten and drank enough. He stared at Beiming Liancheng, who had not touched a morsel of food from beginning to end, and asked like crazy: "Why don't you eat? Why don't you eat?"
Don’t eat!”
"He's picky about food." Nangong Baiye stepped over to block him with a smile on his lips.
"What did you say?" Jiang Dao's entire face changed, looking as ferocious as an evil ghost.
Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Nangong Baiye simply curled his index finger, threw away the chopsticks, and grabbed the claws of Po Feng towards Jiang Dao. The movement was neat and beautiful, and he directly pinched his throat bone!
Jiang Dao laughed sinisterly, and even spoke with a beast-like breath: "It's really stupid. Only living people are afraid of your tricks. Since you don't want to eat my food, just follow me down and do ghosts!"
As Jiang Dao spoke, his eyes turned upward, leaving only a terrifying white color.
The servants around them also changed, each wearing a shroud that would only be worn in the underworld, and walked towards them step by step...
If you stop eating in the underworld, you will have to take the road to the underworld. This is karma.
Nangong Baiye naturally knows that he robbed tombs in his previous life and exorcised demons in his later life, but this is indeed difficult to break.
She originally thought that she would be able to escape this disaster after finishing her meal... Alas, she overestimated His Highness' endurance.
Beiming Liancheng still has his usual smile, and the light in his peach blossom eyes is as cold as ever. He is truly an elegant, gentle and handsome young man.
He looked at the only dish in front of him that hadn't been smelled yet, picked up one of the chopsticks, and said with grace, "There's too much oil."
Nangong Hongyan was so frightened that she screamed at the top of her voice, yet his seventh master was still in the mood to sit there and evaluate the dishes!
Nangong Baiye couldn't help but sigh, feeling that she no longer needed to count on her senior brother for help.
If he cared, he would have reminded her like he did last time he came to Jiang's house for tea before the table was all set.
There is no such thing as "looking good".
It’s obvious that I’m just sitting back and waiting for the show to begin…
Those people wearing shrouds came closer and closer, and a wooden table was shaken and almost cracked.
Jiang Dao seemed to be chewing something, his jaw was tight, he had no eyes or nose, only a torn black hole-like mouth, from which hoarse gasps came out.
Nangong Hongyan shouted in horror: "Go away! I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home!"
Nangong Xiaomiao sat next to her, opened her arms to Young Master Hei, swayed, and said in a cute romantic tone: "Hei Xiaosi, don't be afraid, I will protect you, hurry up and join me, Young Master Xiaomiao."
into my arms!"
Hei Sibo had a calm face: "I'm not afraid in the first place."
"Oh..." Nangong Xiaomiao scratched his ears and threw himself into his arms: "Then you protect me, I'm afraid!"
Nangong Baiye's face turned green when he heard this. Son, do you still know what integrity is? Who did you inherit this shamelessness from?
Hei Si pushed the little man who was clinging to his arms away. Nangong Xiaomiao was a head shorter than him. He felt uneasy as soon as he pushed him away. He then pulled the man back to protect him, with a pair of black eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Jiang Dao, and his whole body was full of righteousness: "If you come one step closer, it will be a duel!"
This kid really wants to duel regardless of anything. That's a ghost, not a human. It's just a fight!
Nangong Baiye held his forehead, and ran one hand across the small bag on Nangong Xiaomiao's back. He turned around and landed on the ground with a beautiful somersault. His hands were wrapped with two red threads, and the other end of the red thread was locked around Jiang Dao's neck...
It turned out that Nangong Baiye had strangled his lifeline from the very beginning, but Jiang Dao didn't know it yet. His dark mouth was wide open, insisting on pulling him down.
Nangong Baiye tightened the rope on the corpse and said with fierceness and fierceness: "Let me ask you one last question, do you want to be beaten to death by me, or do you want me to take you and others back to hell now!"
Jiang Dao seemed to have heard some funny joke and snorted coldly: "You want to beat me to death with this bloody rope of yours? It's simply a fool's dream!"
"Oh, how would you know if you don't give it a try?" Nangong Baiye tilted his head, curled his lips, and flexed his fingers: "Those who are facing the battle are all lined up in front..."
As she chanted the incantation, the soul-locking rope became tight and red, and the exorcism knife seemed to be coated with a layer of golden Buddha's light, emitting one after another, a total of eighteen rays, hanging behind Nangong Baiye
…
"Zhu Xie!"
Give an order.
All the ghosts weep.
Jiang Dao opened his eyes wide, looked at the light that penetrated his soul, and struggled to stretch out a sharp claw...
"You..." Who exactly is it?
He didn't even have time to ask his words before they turned into a misty black wind and disappeared in mid-air.
Nangong Baiye stood there, his chin slightly raised, his wild but not arrogant little face revealed a bit of elegance, his slender and powerful left leg lifted up to step on the corpse, his unruly eyes, and his arrogant back, it was easy
It reminds people of the word queen.
She glanced sideways at the little man and said, "Why don't you come over and start working soon!"
"Yes, mother!" Nangong's little cat ran over, touched Jiang Dao from beginning to end, and took away all the objects he could get. Grandpa said that things belonging to dead people are bad luck and evil.
Ghost things are the things of the underworld and cannot be spread out, otherwise they will be reincarnated one after another, and there will be no end.
Nangong Xiaomiao was caressing and caressing, and the little man didn't even notice. Just at the door of the living room, Jiang Xin was watching this scene with red eyes, and his eyes were filled with hatred that shattered the sky...