At this moment, the market is still bustling and the lights are still brilliant, but it already makes people feel that the whole city is covered with a layer of creepy and eerie colors.

At this time, the owner of the money turned around, pulled his face, and smiled at Zhiqiu Yiye.

Zhiqiu Yiye's shoulders trembled slightly.

It's not that he's timid, it's that this atmosphere makes him feel a little cold.

Especially the smile on the man's face.

Stiff skin, exaggerated exaggerated arc.

He didn't know if a dead man would laugh, but if he could, it would probably be like that.

The man smiled with a grim smile, but ignored the others, walked over, picked up the money, and walked away.

"How many of you want to buy some candy people to eat?"

After the man left, the peddler who had traded with him also turned his face, and also showed a grim smile, a stiff face, and an exaggerated arc, just like the previous man.

He held a straw stick with a candy man in it, with an attractive sugar color, except that his straw stick was a little taller and larger, and it was no different from the candy man vendor in the sun.

"Sugar Man?"

It was a little boring, but when I heard these two words, my two little eyes suddenly lit up.

Raising his little head, he looked at Chen Yi, his little face was full of longing.

“……”

Chen Yi couldn't help but knock a shudder on his skull: "You can see clearly, what is that sugar man?" ”

"Senior brother, I've eaten sugar people empty!"

Kongkong wrinkled his little face, taking Chen Yi's words as a provocation, underestimating his empty little master's insight.

But he still looked at the straw stick in the peddler's hand.

At a glance, it's a sugar man.

Two eyes, it's a sugar man...... That's right!

It's really sugar "people"!

What is stuck on it is actually a "person" wrapped in sugar shells!

It's a real person!

A person who was covered with a layer of multicolored sugar-coated with sticks through his body......

There was still the distorted despair and pain of the tragic death on his face.

Kongkong's little face, which was still wrinkled by dissatisfaction just now, turned white in a flash.

The beloved pacifier in his mouth was spit out, and his throat seemed to be stuck by a foreign object, and he retched a few times in a row.

"Vomit ~ vomit!"

Seeing this, Zhiqiu Yiye, who hadn't noticed it yet, was also curious to look at the sugar man, and then his stomach churned......

Yan Chixia on the side was actually earlier than they found out, and her face was better than she could see.

Not only these so-called "sugar people", but also a few fruit vendors next to them, and the red and white fruits in the bucket are all heads with plasma and brains......

The one who sells fried snacks is fried by human hands and feet......

At the tea stalls, the white plasma of human blood is drunk......

In short, in this bustling market, all the food seems to be related to "people......

"Don't, don't!"

Zhiqiu Yiye finally suppressed the sourness in his stomach, and waved his hand at the candy seller again and again, avoiding it like a snake and scorpion.

Yan Chixia was still secretly on guard, afraid that her party would alarm this strange "person" in the city, and then burst out.

But when the peddler saw this, he only showed an exaggerated expression of regret that made people feel false, shook his head, turned around stiffly, and continued to sell in the street.

A few people saw it with their own eyes, and a few more "people" bought "sugar people", put them in their mouths, and bit them with a clattering sound, and their mouths were stained red.

Among them, there are two "children", the innocence and the satisfaction and joy of eating the "sugar man", but it makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"What the hell is this place......

Yan Chixia couldn't help but turn her head.

Chen Yi's will is firm now, and it is still a little early to say that he is immortal and incorruptible.

But it was impossible to frighten him.

But it's always a little disgusting, but it's true......

Wen Yan simply shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know if I'm not a monk, but this street is full of 'people', just find one to ask." ”

When the words fell, he really stopped a "person" on the street.

With a smile on his face, he said: "The little monk is presumptuous, can the donor tell me, where is this place?" ”

The man looked like a middle-aged man, with a short beard on his chin, wearing a satin shirt and wearing a lot of gold and jade, and he should be a very wealthy person.

However, he had a wooden face and looked very stiff.

was stopped by Chen Yi, and on his stiff face, he seemed to be reluctantly pulling out a weird smile: "Here...... ...... of course."

"Dead City, ......"

"Dead City?!"

Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help but scream.

It attracted the attention of many "people" on the street.

In those gloomy eyes, Zhiqiu Yiye swallowed his saliva and shivered a few times in a row.

"Yes......"

"The Taste of the Living......"

Several "people" suddenly shrugged their noses, exhaled in their mouths, and listened to the voice, and there was a little surprise.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhiqiu Yiye always feels that there are some surprises in this surprise...... Covet!

"So, donor, is already dead?"

Chen Yi was not nervous, still calm, as if nothing had happened, looking for the rich middle-aged man.

“……”

When the rich middle-aged man heard this, his stiff face showed a little dazed.

After a long time, he squeezed out a little abrupt color: "Yes...... I'm dead......"

"Since this is a city of death, the donor wants to come, is it in vain?"

Chen Yi asked with interest on his face.

In addition to doubts, Yan Chixia and the others also felt a little strange in their hearts.

This conversation......

Why is it so awkward?

"...... in vain?"

The rich middle-aged man is like an Alzheimer's disease, except for the previous question where this is, every time he asks, he has to think for a long time.

I don't know if it's because Chen Yi asked, it's all about his life.

"Yes......"

"I was originally a rich man in the county, and I feasted at home one day......"

"But suddenly a gang of bandits broke in, and they killed people as soon as they came, and my guests were stabbed one by one, and I myself was cut off by them......"

"Goo-dong!"

As the rich middle-aged man spoke, the head on his neck suddenly fell off without warning!

It slammed into the ground with a crunch and gurgled out.

On the empty neck, blood spurted out.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hands and kept groping: "Where is my head...... Where's my head......"

“……”

Zhiqiu Yiye jumped up and dodged far away, for fear of being splashed with the blood sprayed from the neck.

He felt like he was about to cry......

He would rather fight a hundred demons for three hundred rounds than face this scene.

Kongkong's face was pale, leaning on Chen Yi's legs, and a pair of small hands were tightly grasping his robe.

"Your head is here, take it!"

Although Yan Chixia's face twitched, he saw that those "people" seemed to be a little commotion because of the rich middle-aged head, and he was afraid of causing any trouble, so he endured disgust and picked up the head and stuffed it into the hand of the rich middle-aged man who kept groping.