On the stage, they were still singing in a nonsensical way, and the people eating under the stage kept cheering. The scene was very absurd.
Wang Fu opened his Dharma Eyes and glanced around. The figures he saw were twisted and swaying, like reflections on the surface of water waves, which could be broken with a single poke.
Every life candle stands tall, and they are all ghosts, but the evil ghost behind the scenes is not one of them.
"It's still the style of the mastermind behind the scenes."
Since Wang Fu entered Caijin Town, not only has he seen countless ghosts, but he has also gained a lot of knowledge.
The ghosts you are fighting with with bright swords and guns can be said to be upright and cute, but on the contrary, they are like the evil ghost grinding mirrors before, and the evil ghost setting up a banquet in front of you. Their actions are shrouded in clouds and fog, making you unpredictable.
"It's always like this, it's too damaging to the brain cells."
Wang Fu muttered, and his fellow student who had lost his way next to him enthusiastically came over to persuade him to drink.
Wang Fu shut up and shook his head. He didn't dare to touch the food and wine here for fear of being trapped.
"Thanks."
Wang Fu raised his hands to push, but the hand holding the drink, along with the filled wine glass, passed through his hands without encountering any obstacles.
"drink."
The fellow student's face was glowing red, and he raised the wine glass to Wang Fu's mouth and passed through his forehead.
What the hell?
Wang Fu tilted his head to get out of the way, but found that the fellow disciple in front of him was just a shadow, without any entity. He stretched out his hand for the wine glass and found that it could pass through easily.
"Could it be..."
Wang Fu stood up and looked around. This evil ghost was so generous. Give him a live three-dimensional large-scale projection reality show.
The surrounding patrons, the waiters delivering food, and the actors and musicians on the stage were all shadows.
Wang Fu walked a few steps quickly, and his palms passed through each body, sweeping easily without any real touch.
Moreover, these people are completely unaware that they are drinking wine and watching plays.
Looking back, the foolish fellow disciple was still toasting into the air, and kept saying, "Drink."
These phantoms are different from illusions. Real illusions can be mistaken for reality, and they are undoubtedly the same as the real ones in terms of touch and smell.
There are many phantoms in front of you, without any cover-up, telling you directly that they are fake.
"Where's Senior Brother Bian?
Wang Fu walked quickly to the coffin and saw Bian Yunlong wearing a brand-new silk and satin shroud, lying on a pile of paper money, with his eyes closed, his hands pressed on his abdomen, and a huge gold ring on his hand.
"Senior Brother Bian, ever since we met, have you never been so rich?"
Wang Fu joked a few words, stretched out his hand and tapped Bian Yunlong's forehead. It felt warm, slightly elastic, and solid.
Strange.
Wang Fu was overjoyed, this meant that Bian Yunlong could still be saved.
only……
If you look closely, Bian Yunlong's fingers are almost transparent, as if they will turn into shadows at any time.
"Void!"
If the lost classmate he encountered earlier was in the perfect form, the Bian Yunlong in front of him was in the present progressive form. He had just scratched the surface of the methods of ghosts.
"Eat a feast, eat a feast."
There was another urging sound from around him. Wang Fu looked up suddenly and saw that all the guests around him stopped and turned to Wang Fu one after another. Their eyes were dull and their expressions were strange, looking straight at him.
"Eat a feast, eat a feast."
The young man on the stage also held a wooden gun, pointed it at Wang Fu, and sang in a theatrical voice, "Eat the mat, eat the mat."
"Eat a feast, eat a feast."
The waiters who delivered food also carried wooden trays and approached Wang Fu step by step.
"Eat the feast and eat your xx."
Wang Fu suddenly had an idea in his mind. Could it be that the key was on the table?
When evil spirits are at work, everything needs support, just like a tall building rising from the ground needs a foundation.
The previous mirror-grinding evil ghost relied on the ghost soldier bronze mirror, so breaking the mirror can break the situation.
So, what is the root cause of this vicious ghost in front of him, who used all kinds of means to force Wang Fu to eat?
Wang Fu's eyes fell on the banquet. There were abundant food and wine. The guests' mouths were full of oil, but they seemed to never be full. They kept stuffing wine and meat into their mouths and couldn't stop eating.
The situation has become obvious.
Without food and wine, he could only watch Bian Yunlong transform from a physical entity into a shadow, and eventually his life candle turned white and turned into a ghost.
If you eat food and wine, you will be tricked, pulled into a trap by ghosts, and enter the opponent's home court. There is a great risk of failure and becoming a ghost.
Wang Fu is caught in a dilemma, should he take the risk?
While he was deep in thought, he brushed his palm against the bamboo tube containing the old and evil ghost, and felt a little calmer.
The old and evil ghosts are all in his pocket, so the evil ghost opposite him can't be more powerful than him?
With his experience with the Mirror-grinding Ghost, Wang Fu realized that entering the core of the Ghost's domain is extremely dangerous, but it also provides access to the most important points, making it the most likely place to break the situation.
"Fight."
Wang Fu made a decision in his heart, picked up a glass of wine on the table, and was surprised to find that the shadow that was originally out of reach suddenly turned into reality. The cold wine glass in his hand looked extremely real.
"really."
The original intention of the evil ghost was to make Wang Fu willingly fall into the trap.
"Done."
Wang Fu raised his glass, saluted the stunned people around him, and drank decisively.
"next moment."
Wang Fu's mouth was full of confetti, his eyes widened, and he vomited it out on the spot.
Fake, really fake.
The drinks are also fake, and the meat and dishes on the dishes are also fake, they are all made of paper.
Wang Fu was so angry that he dropped his wine glass on the ground. There was no sound like broken porcelain.
"Wang Fu, why are you here?
Bian Yunlong is lifelike, standing in front of Wang Fu, not just as he was lying in the coffin.
"Senior Brother Bian, I'm here to save you."
"Wang Fu, you shouldn't come here."
Bian Yunlong kept shaking his head, "This is a place of death. Once you get in, you can't get out."
He pointed in a certain direction, "Look."
Wang Fu looked along his fingers and saw rows of paper puppets erected neatly, like a military parade.
"Any living person who enters here will eventually be transformed into a paper man by the evil spirits, and no one will be spared."
He pointed to one of them, "Look, this is..."
A name came out of his mouth, it was a certain Leihuo Palace disciple who was traveling with him this time.
This senior brother is no longer flesh and blood, and has completely become a puppet with a bamboo strip skeleton and a paper skin. Outlined with a few strokes of paint, he looks exactly the same as he did in life, and can be recognized at a glance.
Wang Fu recognized that this was the person who was toasting at the table just now.
"And this one."
It’s another paper doll made by a classmate, who is the laborer who delivered the food just now.
Bian Yunlong raised his hands in front of Wang Fu and said, "Look at me again."
Wang Fu's eyes stopped at the fingertips of the other person's hands and took a breath.
It turns out that the tips of Bian Yunlong's ten fingers and the ba meridian were transformed from flesh and blood into paper.
"Why is there still a finger missing?
Wang Fu keenly discovered that Bian Yunlong's right little finger was missing a knuckle.
"I chopped it off."
Bian Yunlong Jiituo said, "When I was first transformed, I didn't believe in evil, so I cut off my finger and found that not a drop of blood was shed."
But looking at the place where the finger was cut off, the outer skin was made of paper and the frame was made of bamboo strips, which looked extremely unreal.
"Senior Brother Bian, are there any other clues?"
When Wang Fu saw this, he knew that every second must count.