Chapter Seventy-Five: A Pot Is Served

"It's back!"

Wang Yan nodded, but he didn't move his chopsticks, but pushed the intoxicating meat to the side.

"Could it be that this drunken duck is not to your taste? In addition to the drunken duck, the sign of the small shop also has fine noodles, which was ordered by the customer, why don't you have a bowl of it? ”

Xiao Er stretched out his hand and pointed to a table not far away, Wang Yan turned his head to look, and almost spit out the rancid steamed buns he had eaten the day before yesterday.

A bowl full of pork tapeworms writhed wildly in the hot soup, and the man ...... The ghost still eats with relish.

"No, no, no! Don't like to eat noodles. ”

Wang Yan waved his hand, he felt that his stomach was cramping, and he was about to lose it.

"If you don't eat the drunken duck or the fine noodles, the guest officer won't have no money to settle the bill, right?"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, a look of suspicion appeared on Xiao Er's face, and his originally smart eyes instantly became like dead fish.

As his words landed, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed.

I don't know when the bustling noise outside the door suddenly disappeared, and the sound of eating pork tapeworms next to it disappeared without a trace, and it became dead silent.

Looking at Xiao Er, who suddenly changed his face, Wang Yan's eyes narrowed, and a trace of killing intent emanated.

"There is no reason not to pay when you come out to eat, it's just that you are a little uncomfortable and don't want to eat! What, you're going to drive me away? ”

Wang Yan looked at the shopkeeper, and the sharp blade on the god killer had already ejected out.

"It's not good for the guest officer to eat the overlord meal!"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the shopkeeper instantly changed back to his original smiling appearance, and even the head in his hand was put back on his neck.

"Looks like there's something wrong with this inn!"

Wang Yan muttered, he couldn't even see what was going on with his true eyes, the ghosts and ghosts here were definitely not simple characters.

Eyes swept around, countless emaciated human bodies coiled into tables and chairs, opening their mouths to let out silent wails.

Fat maggots rolled all over the ground and were scattered everywhere.

The noodle-eating imps, the wriggling tapeworms, the blood all over the ground and the human skin on the shoulders, the whole inn is like hell.

"Don't mess around, it's not something you can deal with."

Just when Wang Yan was about to try how many catties and taels the second child of the plucking shop had, a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wang Yan turned his head to look and found that it was an old man in a Taoist robe.

"Daoist?"

"This is not the place to talk, come with me!"

casually threw a paper folded ingots on the table, and the old Taoist priest pulled Wang Yan to turn around and walk outside.

"Thank you!"

After seeing the paper ingots, the shopkeeper's expression instantly brightened, and his flattering expression was happier than seeing his father.

was dragged out of the town by the old Taoist priest, and the vendors behind him were still selling.

I don't know where the bricks under my feet have gone, and instead of large chunks of red and white human flesh.

Struggling babies, wriggling maggots, eyeballs strung on bamboo sticks, steaming human flesh are like a terrifying nightmare.

Wang Yan didn't hesitate for a moment, and stepped on the outside of the meat piece.

It's like passing through an enchantment, and the love in front of me changes instantly.

The moon hung high, the grass was everywhere, and the wide and long dirt road stretched into endless darkness, and there was no edge in sight.

"Dao Chief, what was that just now?"

Wang Yan bowed to the old Taoist.

"That's a nest, and I don't know where it came from. It is said to have been formed after the death of an extremely powerful ghost, and it is rumored that there are very precious treasures hidden inside. ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "I advise you not to fight the idea of this thing, anyway, I haven't seen any treasures, but I have encountered a lot of dead people." ”

"Inside...... Dangerous? ”

Wang Yan frowned, those vendors were vulnerable in front of the gods, and they could be torn to pieces at will.

"The nest is not dangerous, it is extremely dangerous. It doesn't attack, but once inside the nest, it's hard to get out. ”

The old Taoist priest sighed, "You are the sixteenth person to enter the Yin Hive this month, and the only one to come out alive. The other ones were gone by the time I found them. ”

"All dead?"

Wang Yan muttered, and had no intention of leaving, but took out the altar from the personal auxiliary terminal.

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at Wang Yan's movements, a stunned look appeared on the old Taoist's face.

The powerful Buddhism and Taoism of the Yin Nest are obvious to all, except for a few powerful monks, ordinary people enter and die as many as they do.

The government once sent an army of 10,000 people to enter, accompanied by three monks from the Taoist Gate and three Buddhist monks, and as a result, more than 10,000 people were wiped out and disappeared without a trace.

Although the young man in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling, he was too young after all.

"Dare to ask where the friend is from? What is the name of the honored teacher? ”

The old Taoist priest thought about it and asked cautiously.

"My senior brother is Fahai, the abbot of Jinshan Temple."

Wang Yan glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to arrange the altar.

The various kinds of things in the yin nest stimulated Wang Yan enough, the struggling and screaming babies, the strings of eyeballs, the tables and chairs twisted into human bones, and the human skins hanging all over the walls......

Killing people is not enough, why torture so much.

Even if it's a ghost, it doesn't have to be.

Therefore, Wang Yan plans to take this yin nest in one pot, without the slightest utilitarian intention, it is pure unhappiness.

"It turned out to be the senior disciple of Lingyu Zen Master, the junior disciple of Abbot Fahai!"

Hearing Wang Yan's words, the old Taoist priest fell silent, and a look of struggle gradually appeared on his face.

For almost five minutes, the old Taoist priest sighed deeply and seemed to have made a decision.

"Poor Dao was saved by Lingyu Zen Master when he was young, and then it was the old Zen Master who sent me to the Taoist temple with no support. Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Zen Master Lingyu has passed away, and it is fate to be able to meet his disciples. The old life of the poor road will be given up and you will go crazy with you! ”

Lao Dao sighed and unwrapped the package he was carrying, revealing several magic weapons and a large number of talismans inside.

"You don't have to look like you're going to die, and it's not like you're going to work hard!"

Wang Yan glanced at the Taoist priest, this old guy had too many scenes, and he just set up a talisman array to kill the yin nest, and it seemed to be a fatal situation to be disturbed by him like this.

"Heaven and earth are opened, and turbidity begins to be divided!"

"Surrounded on all sides, wiped out in all directions!"

"Seal me!"

Wang Yan shouted angrily, and the four talisman seals flew up in the air, turning into four illusory mountains in the air, blocking all the four directions of this yin nest, southeast, northwest, and north.

"The autumn water and frost roar, and the mountains are angry!"

"Give me town!"

The roar of rage was like thunder in the dead darkness, and a huge peak, even more majestic and vast than the four mountains before it, fell from the sky and pressed hard against the top of the yin nest.