The coffin was opened, but I saw that it was Wang Mazi who came out of the coffin.

Zhao Ke didn't expect that he would lie in the coffin.

Subconsciously wanted to call him, but after a closer look, Zhao Ke was already about to shout out, and swallowed it raw.

Although the two are not very familiar, Wang Mazi in front of him is not in the right state.

Perhaps it is the free practice of martial arts, even if Wang Mazi has no ability to stamp, standing there, he still makes people feel a vigorous and powerful weight.

But Wang Mazi in front of him was not so much walking out of the coffin as floating out of the coffin.

Zhao Ke squinted his eyes and saw that Wang Mazi's toes were actually standing on the ground.

The heels are a foot above the ground.

"Ghost close-fitting."

Zhao Ke's heart moved, he is no longer the Ameng of the past, there are some things, even if Zhao Ke has not seen them, but he has heard of them more or less.

Ghosts stick to people, fascinate people.

Zhao Ke has read some ancient books that it is recorded that the ghost bumps into a person's heel, and his feet are on top of it, which makes people fall to the ground and cling to the person's body.

After a long time, this person's body has completely become, a ghost shell.

It's just that Zhao Ke is strange that with Wang Mazi's strength, even if he doesn't have the ability to stamp stamps.

But Wang Mazi's physique, for ordinary ghosts, is like a red-hot charcoal stove, isn't anyone who sticks to him just looking for death?

However, no matter how much Zhao Ke doubted it, Wang Mazi in front of him was already close to the ghost.

Wang Mazi stepped out of the coffin, and his cloudy eyes looked at Zhao Ke's body.

Sniff it and swallow a mouthful of spit.

A little imp like that human skin ghost can't smell such a fragrance.

But he smelled it.

From the inside to the outside, Zhao Ke's body was filled with a faint fragrance, like beef soaked in the medicine jar.

In addition to the aroma of the beef itself, there was also a faint aroma of herbs, which made him stick out his tongue and lick two mouthfuls of foam at the corner of his mouth.

"Little monk, you said that his cooking is not as delicious as yours? I don't believe it! ”

Pushing away the big man in front of him, Wang Mazi, who had been possessed, stepped forward.

"Amitofu, the monks don't speak, you like good ingredients, he just uses steaming, which not only destroys the beauty of this dish, but also destroys the artistic conception of this dish."

Zhao Ke pointed to the heads in the steamer and said.

Wang Mazi didn't care, just walked beside Zhao Ke, circled around Zhao Ke, and sniffed close to Zhao Ke from time to time.

staring at Zhao Ke's back, thinking in his heart, it would be better to take a bite from that place later.

As for Zhao Ke's words, he didn't listen to them.

The human skin ghost cooks for him over and over again every day, but that's what he does.

If it's gone, it's gone.

However, the monk in front of him has a natural medicinal fragrance in his meat, which is mouth-watering.

Take it back, cut off a foot today, eat it alive, and it tastes excellent when you think about it.

When you're hungry next time, you cut off your fingers, just enough to serve as a snack.

Thinking of this, I saw a smile gradually appearing on Wang Mazi's face.

"Although there is not much meat on the head, it is a pity to throw it away like this, just a big pot, hot pot boiling oil, wrapped in bran sprinkled with a pinch of salt, fried three times in a row, the outside is fried golden, sprinkled with a layer of sesame seeds, bite down, the outside is crispy and tender inside, the meat juice inside is fragrant and delicious, you suck the mouth, the taste...... Hey, the little ghost next door can cry greedily. ”

Zhao Ke described it vividly, the more Wang Mazi listened, his brain couldn't help but make up the picture of his brain, his eyes were waiting for Zhao Ke's bare head, and he drooled greedily.

"Okay, well, it just so happens that the king of this is going to hold a feast for his ancestors tomorrow, the little monk...... No, the little master has gone through a hard time, so that I can taste the delicacies of the world you mentioned. ”

Wang Mazi wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, walked up to Zhao Ke, and the more he looked, the more he wanted to swallow this monk in one bite.

But in the end, I endured it, and planned to wait for tomorrow to cook a big pot of dishes and have a good meal.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty."

Zhao Ke squinted, folded his hands, and nodded to Wang Mazi.

Seeing that Zhao Ke did not refuse, Wang Mazi smiled even more on his face, and pointed to the red-faced man who was in charge of the watch on the side: "Fight the ghost, you have to take care of the little master, and you must not be lazy." ”

Wang Mazi's meaning, of course, is to beat the ghost and watch Zhao Ke closely, this is delicious, but you must not run away.

The ghost nodded again and again, patted his chest and said that he would take care of Zhao Ke every step of the way, which made Wang Mazi smile on his face.

After looking at Zhao Ke again and swallowing a mouthful of spit, he lay down in his coffin.

At this time, Zhao Ke's eyes were silent and swept away in the coffin.

"Yes, the place is more spacious than I thought."

Seeing the black coffin, there was actually quite enough space inside, but Zhao Ke noticed that there were still a lot of things in the coffin.

In particular, a bronze mirror, as well as a vermilion dressing box.

"Isn't it possible, or a female ghost?"

Zhao Ke pondered in his heart, ordinary men would not put these things in funeral goods.

Just when Zhao Ke was thinking, he came up: "Little master, it's time to go on the road!" ”

Although it is polite to say more ghosts, Zhao Ke always feels a little piercing when he sounds.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to take these things with me."

I saw Zhao Ke talking, don't go to the camp, pack up some scattered things, pack them and take them away.

Especially the lump of human oil that was drawn from the body of the human skin ghost.

This is a good thing, of course Zhao Ke will not miss it.

These things, big bags and small bags, some belong to these dart masters, and some are human skin ghosts.

Zhao Ke didn't put it in the storage ring, but hung it all on the body of the ghost, at this point, Zhao Ke didn't see it at all.

Including Zhao Ke himself, he was also beaten on his back.

I saw a ghost knocking on the gong in his hand, "Bang!" As soon as the gong sounded, I heard the ghost shouting: "Go!" ”

The black-faced dolls behind him put the coffin on top of their heads again.

As he walked, he danced, the bells jingled under his feet, and a nursery rhyme was sung in his mouth, echoing in the mountains and forests.

"The daughter-in-law is crying, the baby is making trouble, there is a pack of rat poison in the noodles, the baby is crying and calling grandma, the mother in the firewood room is screaming, the sun is not seen, the moon is not seen, the grandmother in the firewood room is laughing, the baby is not crying, the baby is not making trouble, the grandmother will give you noodles ......"

This nursery rhyme is accompanied by the sound of bells, which makes people feel panicked behind it the more they listen to it.

Zhao Ke listened carefully and changed, only to feel that the needle was stabbing in his back, his eyes turned back from time to time, looked at the coffin, the picture depicted, and wondered in his heart, how Wang Mazi would be leaned over by the ghost.

Is it the reason for the ghost, or Wang Mazi's own reason.

Zhao Kezheng was thinking about it.

I saw that the surrounding grass and trees were gradually blurred, and when Zhao Ke came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived in front of a moving house.

Take a closer look.

Zhao Ke's heart jumped suddenly.

Isn't this the Yizhuang?

I remember that when the crack opened, they stood outside and saw clearly, behind the crack, there was a dilapidated Yizhuang.

Immediately after that, he was dragged in by a pair of bloody hands.

I didn't expect to see this Yizhuang here.

It seems that this Yizhuang is the base camp of this terrible ghost.

Before Zhao Ke could understand what was going on.

I saw that the ghost of the beating was closed at the gate of Yizhuang.

Turning his head and grinning at Zhao Ke: "Little master, it's almost dawn, it's not early, you should rest early, you see, the guest rooms are ready for you." ”

I saw the ghost say this, and with a finger of his hand, it was actually a coffin in the corner of the wall.

The coffin was dilapidated and old, and when I knocked it with my hand, I saw three or four big rats "squeak" coming out of the hole under the coffin.

Looking in front of me, there was a coffin full of rat droppings.

Zhao Ke really didn't want to lie down, so he casually made an excuse and said to the side: "Hehe, I'm not sleepy yet, you guys rest first, I'll just tidy up my things, and then cook for the king when it's night." ”

After thinking about it, he nodded and didn't force it, but whispered in Zhao Ke's ear: "Then don't go out, don't open anyone who knocks on the door." ”

It's ridiculous to say this.

If it's a different person, I want you to sleep in the coffin with your front foot, and I will run when I open the door with my back foot.

It's just that Zhao Ke saw that the ghost was so serious, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and said curiously: "Why?" ”

"Humph!"

He smiled coldly on his face, and whispered in Zhao Ke's ear: "Because...... There's a ghost outside the door! ”

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