Jiang Pingchuan wrinkled his steps and his face looked a little incredible, because what was coming into his snort now was a very mellow fragrance. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Jiang Pingchuan looked back, the old woman was holding a green lantern in one hand, and just holding a bowl of hot noodles in the other hand in front of Jiang Pingchuan.

Then the old woman put the green lantern on Jiang Pingchuan's table, and the old woman took out a pair of chopsticks from her waist and put them on top of the noodle bowl.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the white noodles in front of him, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, this white noodles really seemed incompatible with the dim environment in front of him.

"Slow down," the old woman whispered as she looked in the direction of the green light.

Jiang Pingchuan glanced at the old woman, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, put them in his mouth, and chewed them.

The entrance of the noodles was a strong fragrance, and Jiang Pingchuan felt that he had never eaten such fragrant noodles in his life.

Looking at the pale yellow oil stained on the white noodles, Jiang Pingchuan's appetite suddenly opened.

At this time, the old woman walked slowly towards the counter with her own steps.

Jiang Pingchuan glanced at the old woman who left and put down the chopsticks in her hand.

"Grandma, you forgot about the lamp," Jiang Pingchuan said softly as he looked at the green lantern burning in front of him.

The grandmother continued walking, and finally stopped when she reached the counter.

Jiang Pingchuan looked curiously at the grandma standing in the dim place of the counter, Jiang Pingchuan knew that there would be no problem in his eyes.

That is, when she just looked at it, the grandmother was really smiling weirdly, and the picture she had just seen quickly flashed in her mind.

That weird smile made Jiang Pingchuan's scalp a little numb.

"Guest officer, it's good to eat in the light, let's go on the road early before dawn after eating," the old woman stood behind the dim counter and whispered to Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan listened to the old woman's words and felt a trace of underestimation in his heart, he had been to the underworld and felt the divine realm.

Fighting with gods and demons, fighting with the sky and the earth, fighting with people, but he had never encountered such a strange phenomenon in front of him.

Everything shown here is true, and Jiang Pingchuan can be absolutely sure that he grew up in Maoshan Road.

The perception of ghostly things is very sensitive, and there are no ghostly things in this inn now.

In addition to being a little weird about the old woman in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan could feel that this was a person, a person he couldn't figure out now.

Jiang Pingchuan thought about it and ate his noodles again, but as he ate, Jiang Pingchuan found that the noodles in his bowl began to decrease gradually.

Maybe everyone will think that this is a very normal phenomenon, but the current decrease is not because Jiang Pingchuan eats fast.

It's that Jiang Pingchuan's eyes can't see where the noodles are, or that his vision is limited.

He couldn't look at the bowl of noodles in front of him, and what appeared in his eyes was just a noodle.

When Jiang Pingchuan ate this noodle, there was nothing in front of him, and the chopsticks in Jiang Pingchuan's hand stayed in mid-air.

Not knowing what to do next, he reached out to touch the bowl in front of him.

It's just that at this time, he reached out and touched not his own noodle bowl, but a crumpled palm.

Jiang Pingchuan's face changed, and the laughter of an old woman came from his ears.

The old woman reached out and took her chopsticks from Jiang Pingchuan's hand, and then reached out and gently stroked Jiang Pingchuan's forehead.

Jiang Pingchuan's eyes became a little wooden, and at this time, Jiang Pingchuan's ears heard Han Yuanba's low roar.

This kind of voice sounded really ridiculous to Jiang Pingchuan, because at this time, Han Yuanba's voice was like a pig's head struggling to be killed.

Jiang Pingchuan could hear the roar coming from Han Yuanba's mouth, and Jiang Pingchuan even heard someone constantly touching the knife used to kill pigs in his ear.

The iron chain around Han Yuanba's neck kept moving towards him, and with a bang, Jiang Pingchuan knew that the bell hanging on Han Yuanba's neck had fallen to the ground.

Jiang Pingchuan clenched his fists tightly and listened to everything that was happening in his ears, and he suddenly remembered what the old woman said when he was eating noodles.

Jiang Pingchuan stood up and reached out to grope on the table in front of him.

A moment later, he fumbled for the green lantern that the old woman had placed in front of him on the table in front of him.

Jiang Pingchuan took the green lantern and walked towards Han Yuanba's position.

Now Jiang Pingchuan couldn't hear Han Yuanba's voice anymore, Jiang Pingchuan walked to the position where he was tied to Han Yuanba and reached out to touch it.

What he touched was a puddle of slimy liquid, and the smell was disgusting.

Jiang Pingchuan smiled bitterly, shook his head, took the green lantern in his hand, and walked towards the door of the inn.

Now he could even feel the old woman behind him, the old woman's eyes staring at Jiang Pingchuan's back.

In the eyes of the old woman, Jiang Pingchuan could feel the farewell gaze on his back, and Jiang Pingchuan suddenly stopped his steps after walking down the steps of the inn.

Although he can't see it now, he is still himself, but he doesn't know why he can't see it for the time being.

Obviously, when Jiang Pingchuan stopped his steps, he could feel that there was someone behind him and he was actually starting to be stunned, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was the old woman just now.

"Please help me take care of him, I will be back" Jiang Pingchuan left a sentence and walked in one direction without looking back, the old woman looked at Jiang Pingchuan's back and smiled slightly.

"The guest officer walks slowly, the road ahead is rough, the guest officer beware" The old woman's voice kept echoing in Jiang Pingchuan's ears.

Jiang Pingchuan raised his head and smiled and walked down step by step with the green lantern in his hand, while the inn behind him closed his door.

After Jiang Pingchuan walked for a while, he smelled a faint fragrance, and suddenly someone put the sword in his hand on his neck, and Jiang Pingchuan hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It's cold, there's no grass, I haven't seen you for a long time," Jiang Pingchuan opened his mouth and said softly.

Xiao Ya's face changed suddenly after hearing the words of the person in front of him, and he walked in front of Jiang Pingchuan and reached out to take off Jiang Pingchuan's cloak.

When she saw Jiang Pingchuan's appearance, Xiao Ya covered her mouth tightly and gritted her teeth.

Xiao Ya trembled her hand and gently stroked Jiang Pingchuan's face, while Jiang Pingchuan hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"What are you crying about, I've changed?" Jiang Pingchuan's sense of hearing reached the extreme when he couldn't see.

He could hear Xiao Ya in front of him holding back her voice and crying, Xiao Ya took a deep breath and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"No, you're still like that," Xiao Ya looked at Jiang Pingchuan and said after stabilizing her mood.

Jiang Pingchuan's face in front of him has completely changed, and the dense scars on Jiang Pingchuan's face are like thousands of centipedes.

But when she saw the breath between Jiang Pingchuan's eyebrows, Xiao Ya still recognized that the person in front of her was Jiang Pingchuan, and Jiang Pingchuan smiled.

"It doesn't matter if it changes, it's all fake, it's okay to go out"