A light rain was falling.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, and the smell of roast duck wafts from the roast duck stove, and the rain does not disperse.

The Yuan Zhi monk stared at the stove, a little confused, "Human flesh? That...... And what does it represent? ”

Zhang 13 explained: "After the negotiation, under the nose of the demon king of the clan, the demon clan resolutely did not dare to kill ordinary people at will, it was unreasonable, and it was easy to be punished by God.

Monk Yuanzhi's face changed, "So...... This person's flesh has to be a disciple of the five families and seven sects? ”

Zhang 13 nodded, "I shouldn't have run away!" ”

After speaking, the two looked at Zhou Fengchen together, "Can you smell which sect this human flesh belongs to, Li Zimu or Shen Bosheng?" ”

"Neurotic!"

Zhou Fengchen scolded: "You should be Lao Tzu's nose is gold-inlaid or high-tech, it can be accurate to this extent!"

Zhang 13 and Monk Yuanzhi laughed for a moment, and then asked solemnly, "Then what does this mean?"

Zhou Fengchen said: "Maybe this is an opportunity to break the formation or a big demon's means."

The three of them looked at the owner of the roast duck stove together.

The boss is a man in his forties, dressed dirty, with a somewhat obscene look, sitting on a small bench under a large umbrella, shaking Erlang's legs, smoking a cigarette, full of market flavor.

The three of them looked at each other, Zhang Shisan had an extra talisman in his hand, and walked up to the boss, "Boss, how do you sell the duck?" ”

The boss stood up, with a smile on his face, and chattered, saying that he couldn't understand foreign words, but there was nothing wrong with his words and deeds.

Zhang 13 pointed to the oven and gestured, "Huh? One! Right! Three people eat one! Come! Cut it! ”

The boss croaked and walked to the oven.

Zhang 13 took the opportunity to pretend to be casual and slapped the boss on the shoulder with the paper talisman.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi were condensed and on guard.

However......

There was no reaction at all, and the roast duck boss even smiled at Zhang Shisan, revealing a mouthful of smoke-stained yellow teeth.

Zhang Shisan was stunned for a moment and withdrew his hand, "Mmmm, cut it well!" ”

After speaking, he walked next to Zhou Fengchen and the others, and whispered: "The talisman is the Heavenly Master Fu of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Imperial Decree, and the demon king-level demon will not react if he touches it, and the roast duck boss is no problem."

"Is it okay to roast the duck boss to roast human meat?" Monk Yuanzhi asked curiously.

Zhou Fengchen thought about it, pinched up his handprint, and recited "Thirty-six Blessings to Break the Curse", and pointed to the roast duck stove, "Disease!" ”

I saw that the roast ducks hanging in the roast duck stove quickly turned into human hands or feet, and the belly, and the dry ones looked particularly infiltrating.

The roast duck boss was picking up one hand, and the other hand was picking up a packing box to prepare to cut, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but let out an "oops" and sat down.

Good! There's something wrong with this boss.

Zhang Shisan walked over and grabbed his neck, "What's the situation?" What's going on? ”

The roast duck boss was frightened, pointing and pointing, woo, ah, he really couldn't communicate.

Zhou Fengchen looked around, "It seems that the hard-working monk can't be found, we can only give up on him, hoping that he will not die!" Now the top priority is to break through here, or find Shangguan Xianyun and them!

Take this boss away and ask in the middle of nowhere. ”

At that moment, he and the monk Yuanzhi were pushing the "barbecue car", Zhang Shisan was carrying the roast duck boss, pretending to walk forward casually, and when he encountered a small alley, he rushed into it.

looked back and forth, and saw that no one was approaching, so the three of them began to "interrogate" the roast duck boss.

This boss speaks Burmese dialect, a certain dialect near the northwest, somewhat similar to Yunnan dialect, the three of them are all masters of the world, plus they have been here for a long time, they are used to listening to the local dialect, the boss is quite vivid, and suddenly guessed the origin of this barbecue:

The owner of this roast duck does not know how to cook roast duck himself, but only drops the roast duck in the oven to heat it, and the source of the goods is from a barbecue shop in the north of the town, not far from here.

Zhou Fengchen and the three of them looked at each other, then threw away the roast duck stove, brought it to the boss, and asked him to lead the way to the barbecue shop.

The roast duck boss didn't dare to resist and obediently led the way.

On the street, turn to a small street on the left, and then walk north, just out of half a mile, there is a strong smell of barbecue in front of you.

Zhou Fengchen, who was already hungry, was even hungrier now, but it was certain that the source of the purchase that the roast duck boss said was in front.

After walking half a mile in search of the smell of meat, there were suddenly more people on the street in front of them, and the men and women of the nightlife were laughing and strolling around, and there were even more people close to one place.

The roast duck boss took the three of them straight to the crowded place, and when they arrived, the rich aroma of meat made people swallow their mouths.

Zhou Fengchen and the three of them looked inside, and vaguely found that it seemed to be a slaughtering barbecue stall inside-

On the left two large tables lay four skinned and gutted goats, and on the right table lay a goat bound with a rope ready to be skinned.

There is also a meat hook rack next to it, two meat hooks hook a fat pig, the fat pig is not dead, the breathing is still there, the ears move from time to time, do not cry or make trouble, and it is quite calm.

There is also a large barbecue stove in front, and the charcoal is burning.

The three shirtless men, who seemed to be the bosses, cut off a piece of meat from the four dead goats from time to time, dressed them in iron bars, and roasted them on the oven, and the enticing aroma emanated from the mutton.

The crowd around was attracted by the fragrance, and they lined up one by one to pay the money, as if they wanted to try it.

Zhou Fengchen and the three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes, what didn't seem right!

Zhang 13 pointed to the plaque behind the barbecue stand, "Huh! Chinese words, Sai Ji barbecue! ”

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi looked up, and sure enough! The four big characters of "Saiji Barbecue" are quite good-looking.

"Good guy, it's still a Chinese shop, but they don't roast mutton here, and they don't make roast duck......" Yuan Zhi Monk said stunned, "Saiji? ”

Zhang Shisan's face was solemn, "Race Baifeng's race!" ”

Zhou Fengchen's breathing was a little trembling, he bit his fingers, recited a mantra, drew a big "broken" word in the palm of his hand, and then drew it on the eyes of the three of them.

Then the three of them looked inside again, and their faces turned pale and trembled.

Monk Yuanzhi gritted his teeth, "How?" ”

Zhou Fengchen said in a deep voice: "You are one left and one right, remember to save them, I will meet these three butchers!"

"Okay!" Zhang Shisan and Yuan Zhi Monk immediately separated one left and one right.

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, pulled the roast duck boss who was watching dryly beside him with one hand, and walked in violently apart from the crowd with the other hand, "Fuck me out of the way!" ”

The crowd was squeezed one by one, and suddenly complained, and several young people were still angry and reasonable, only to see Zhou Fengchen pull out the "dragon slashing knife" with a "canglang", "Lao Tzu came to find trouble today, whoever stops me will kill him!" ”

Although the crowd couldn't understand what he said, the knife was so scary that no one dared to speak.

The roast duck boss was so frightened that he cried directly.

Zhou Fengchen didn't care about it, pulled him all the way to the oven, and yelled, "Open a fart barbecue stall, your uncle!" ”

(End of chapter)