Jiang Futing frowned, and immediately looked back coldly into the distance.

This feeling that he is in the light and the enemy is in the dark makes him quite uncomfortable, and there is a sense of passivity that can be manipulated by others, not to mention that he has never liked to be led by the nose.

The person who followed him was also very cautious, keeping a distance of at least 100 meters every time, so that once Jiang Futing noticed that something was wrong, that person could quickly dodge.

Jiang Futing rubbed his fingertips and looked up at the floor above, and then, with a sneer, he slowly walked into the building.

This building is said to sell groceries, but in fact, it is located after the department store of the sun.

Because of the height of the building, even the buildings of a few decades ago had more than 20 floors, so a seller can occupy forty or fifty square meters of space for his own use.

The first floor to the third floor are the three floors that make Jiang Futing feel the most uncomfortable.

Because these three layers sell all meat or human flesh, and each layer has a special classification.

As soon as I entered, a strong smell of blood filled the world.

After walking in it for a long time, Jiang Futing even felt that these flavors were salted into his soul, and he couldn't get rid of them.

As for the first floor, it sells pure meat.

At a glance, the leg meat, hand meat, belly, etc., are all arranged in an orderly manner and hung in the air, just like the scene of visiting the vegetable market in the past and seeing the pork hanging beef and mutton.

Jiang Futing quickened his pace and shuttled to the second floor.

In the doorway alone, I saw two white heads hanging on each side of the door frame.

Sweeping in further, the eyes, nose, and mouth were neatly stacked on plates, and the other half was the heart, lungs, and the like, which looked even bloodier than the first layer.

The bloody breath can't be hidden even if you hold your breath, and it is desperately seeping into your soul.

What's even funnier is that there is a ghost next to the door, holding eyes in his hands, as if he has not negotiated the price with the stall owner, and is yelling and screaming angrily at the stall owner.

And the number of ghosts in this layer is obviously more than twice as many as in the first layer.

As for the third floor, bones are sold, probably because bones are useless, so there are very few ghosts to visit.

He has no physical feedback now, so he can only be nauseous psychologically, and then he doesn't stay anymore, and he goes up and down in one breath.

The basic people who come here to visit are abiding by the rules and enjoying themselves slowly.

As a result, at this moment, a man suddenly appeared who not only did not have long eyes, but also did not follow the rules!

Just when Jiang Futing's yin wind swept through and brought down several ghosts, many ghosts glared at him angrily, and then wanted to trouble him.

And Jiang Futing happened to find the layer he was looking for, and suddenly stopped.

The cold and terrible face emerged from Sen Sen's gray air, and the ghosts who followed him to trouble him were scared back.

This floor is a real place to sell groceries, and there are all kinds of weird things.

Some were brought from the underworld, and some were brought from the yang.

Jiang Futing passed by a shop selling talismans, and his footsteps suddenly paused, and he felt that the name of a rune paper hanging in front of the stall as a signboard looked a little indescribably familiar.

A thousand flavors.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the rune paper.

When the boss saw it, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "My lord is really discerning, this charm can make you ...... Wrong. ”

The man seemed to smell the breath of his soul, and changed his words very brightly: "Let ghosts like us taste the delicacy of the yang world again!" A symbol for an hour, do not pick the time or the place, once you use it, you can experience the most of the living

Great happiness. ”

"!"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, a rival shouted at the back: "How can the happiness of the living be based on the desire of the mouth, people say to eat, drink and have fun, why is the word 'music' ranked last?" It's because the word music is the most important and not easy to obtain. ”

Jiang Futing seemed to be not interested in getting involved in their business war, and his expression was cold when he was arguing.

But apparently the other party is a blind eye, so there is probably a reason why the business is not good, and he is still shouting unrelentingly:

"My lord, let me tell you, if people want to have fun, why should ghosts be deprived of this right? Look at me, I also have a 'Thousand Flavors Charm', which is worth 12 hours, which is much better than his garbage that is only worth one hour! ”

He said and deliberately took it out to show it: "I'll tell you, once you use this talisman, you will never have to worry about being a ghost, and contact with people is nothing." ”

"What's even more powerful is that what people can do, we ghosts can also do." His tone grew ambiguous.

Jiang Futing's face was expressionless, and he had no intention of cooperating.

Ghost sex is lewd, and he can't use this kind of trivial thing to directly scare people, so he just coldly put aside a sentence "Then you can use it yourself", and then left under the gaze of the two bosses who were bored and dared not to speak.

Although the two bosses were a little noisy just now, he didn't stand there in vain and listen to them talking nonsense.

Because the terrain of the building was different from the outside, layer after floor, it was not easy to follow, so he stood there and listened to the nagging for a while, and he clearly noticed that the ghost who was following him also entered this floor.

Jiang Futing bent the corners of his mouth, and there happened to be a stall in front of him that was crowded hotly.

He got into the good flow, walked to the corner of the stall, and suddenly turned to the side.

Then he turned a corner in less than ten steps, just like that, almost he walked out of the nine bends and eighteen bends, and on the way, he picked up a fragrance in a shop to cover the breath of the soul.

Although his steps were unhurried, the ghosts that followed him began to become impatient.

But whoever follows him with a little brain, should also realize that his tracking has been discovered by him.

Otherwise, why go around in this layer?

Jiang Futing followed the rhythm of the ghost behind him from far and near, and he could already feel that it was uneasy.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was what the ghost was and what the purpose was.

He asked himself if he usually acted unassumingly and did not attract enemies, so why something was eyeing him as soon as he arrived.

Could it be that it was specially sent by the Immortal Sect?

Although I think it's unlikely, if it's true, then Fan Congwen's foresight or understanding of him is too terrible.

He paused, and once again skillfully turned to the other side of the shop.

Only this time he didn't go any further, but instead focused and stood there waiting for the rabbit.

The ghost following behind him had obviously consumed the last of his patience for hunting, and couldn't wait to rush straight up.

Just as it reached the corner of the shop, a cold gust of wind slashed at it like countless knives!

The thing didn't even have time to react, and the strong sense of crisis made it slam and freeze in place like a dead corpse.

Many of the surrounding demons also felt this awe-inspiring aura, and subconsciously retreated, tacitly acquiescing to vacate a small circle of empty seats around him.

Jiang Futing pinched its neck and looked at it, and a trace of surprise flashed in his dark eyes.

He actually smelled the soul on this thing

taste, and the look becomes even colder.

He said indifferently, "Who sent you?" ”

The ghost in front of him is dressed and looks dignified, and his appearance is also upright, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and under natural circumstances, the tails of his eyes are slightly drooping, and he looks like he is very easy to get along with.

But obviously, he was a little frightened by Jiang Futing's momentum of meeting each other without saying a word.

His eyes stared in horror, and the corners of his eyes seemed even more innocent.

"Pie...... Pai ......" he stumbled to finish his words, "No...... No one sent me. ”

Countless pairs of eyes around to see the excitement are all focused on this.

Jiang Futing knew that this was not a good place to do it, so he dragged the unidentified guy in front of him and floated to the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

No matter when you came to this place or what you have experienced, it will not prevent the evil spirits from looking for bloody thrills and pleasures here.

The blood-boiling and resounding ghost howls outside the stadium and the mournful wails of failure in the stadium are seamlessly integrated.

Just listening to the sound can make people's hearts stir, and they can't help but fall into this irrational feast.

Jiang Futing was not affected in the slightest, he forced the ghost in his hand to watch this grand scene, and said calmly: "Doesn't it look exciting?" ”

The ghost had been so frightened that he was afraid to speak.

The gladiatorial arena has a great reputation in the ghost realm, which ghost who comes here will not know!

Jiang Futing said lightly: "I have precious time and I don't have much patience, if you have anything to say, it's best to explain it clearly at once, otherwise you ......."

He glanced at the ghost in his hand: "Don't blame me, I won't give you a chance to finish speaking." ”

The ghost trembled violently, and his cold and merciless tone was compounded by a face that looked like he had crawled out of a bloody battle.

It had no doubt that the person in front of it would really throw himself into the gladiatorial arena, and immediately explained: "I! I didn't mean to talk to you! ”

After it finished calling, it took a breath, and Jiang Futing's coldness swept over, and it hurriedly continued:

"I just, it's rare to see a soul like me in this place, I feel that you are very powerful, I can't help it, I'm curious ......"

It said that it was becoming more and less confident, and its voice gradually became like: "I will follow you." ”

Jiang Futing was amused by its forcible excuse, and after he finished laughing, he didn't even bother to speak, and the hand holding its neck slowly tightened.

The ghost panicked and exclaimed, "You can't kill me!" You can't kill me! I am an inner disciple of the Shangqing Sect, if I die! My master will know that he will not let you go! ”

Jiang Futing's hand froze, and he looked at it suspiciously: "Shangqing faction? ”

He didn't have much dealings with sects, and the only one that was involved, and it was quite deeply involved, was the immortal sect, which caused him to have a preconceived mistake that when he heard about the sect, he would subconsciously think of the cult.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that you have really heard of this sect somewhere.

He searched through his limited amount of knowledge, and said uncertainly, "Is it the Shangqing that is passed down from the lineage of Lingbao Tianzun?" ”

When the other party saw that he had actually heard it, he instantly blushed with excitement.

Even if he was pinched by the neck, it didn't prevent him from pulling his voice and saying, "Exactly!" That's it! I am an inner disciple of the 316th generation, my surname is Mei, my name is folded, and the word is sent to the north, you can just call my word. ”

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, Jiang Futing paid more attention to his name.

The surname Mei is folded, and the name is - 'no rut'.

fpzw