Chapter Seventy-Two: These Guys Are Terrible
Zuo Qingtian's footsteps were a little fast, and he didn't care about Mo Lanxue behind him, but Mo Lanxue still followed, and whispered behind him, "Ling Yi, moving forward, they really found us!" β
Zuo Qingtian paused, thinking in his heart, he was indeed a little reckless in going over like this, a group of lonely ghosts, and three foxes, go, or not.
Just as he was muttering in his heart, a voice came through him.
"Over there, are you here to celebrate?"
was discovered by others, and before Zuo Qingtian could react, Mo Lanxue shouted over there, "We are here to celebrate." β
Seeing that Mo Lanxue had already said this, Zuo Qingkong didn't hesitate and walked directly towards the bonfire.
There were a lot of people around the campfire, at least forty or fifty! Maybe a lot of people came to celebrate! Zuo Qingtian walked over and didn't attract their attention.
Zuo Qingkong was thinking in his heart, on such a hot day, isn't it too hot for such a group of neuropaths?
He walked over and took a closer look, okay? The faces of these people really scared him a lot, they were not too close to the bonfire, five or six meters away from the bonfire, sitting together, under the reflection of the fire, the faces of this group of guys, and the papier-mΓ’chΓ© clothes, were simply terrifying and scary.
Some have sunken eye sockets, unkempt hair, some have blurred facial features, noses and mouths can't be distinguished, their faces are all that kind of miserable white, not to mention, and some of them don't even have contours on their faces, they just look like skeletons, the color of their skin is earthy, they look wrinkled, and there are tufts of hair scattered on their heads.
Zuo Qingtian glanced at it for a while, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea, he saw that these ghosts were the kind of old ghosts who had been dead for many years, and he really couldn't accept this look, so he took a few steps back, and was a little relieved when he was a little farther away from those disgusting ghosts.
He looked at these guys in front of him coldly, the ones he was holding in his hands were either beer bottles, or cans, and some of them were holding liquor bottles directly in their hands, drinking directly with their mouths, there were also women in them, and their looks were extremely terrifying, but they felt good about themselves and sang songs, and the songs didn't look like songs, they sounded a bit like ghosts crying, Zuo Qingkong couldn't help but get goosebumps when he heard it, he really regretted it a little now, which tendon was wrong, and he ran here to find guilt.
He unconsciously touched his face, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is his appearance as terrifying as theirs, could it be his own appearance, scared Cheng Sinian, scared her so scared that she didn't even dare to talk to him, she didn't dare to let him touch it, the more she thought about it, the more it didn't taste good, it turned out that being a ghost was so desolate, even her appearance would be ruthlessly deprived by death.
He couldn't help but feel sympathy for these scary-looking ghosts from the bottom of his heart, yes! Who wants to die, who wants to be like this when they die?
Mo Lanxue was next to him, and seeing that he was a little distracted, she reminded him very carefully, "Let's sit down too!" β
Zuo Qingtian didn't speak, squatting on the ground, but his eyes looked across the bonfire.
The ones sitting across from them were much longer than the ones on this side, at least in human shape.
There are three people sitting in the middle, they seem to have relatively upright facial features, and they are not dazzling, but they look like they are very good, and they are about thirty years old, but the strange thing is that their hair is black, white and yellow, and the clothes on their bodies are also made of that kind of brocade, and the style is the kind of Chinese-style buckle clothes, and the color of the clothes is the same color as their own hair.
The three guys are holding bottles of white wine in their hands, and there are some plates in front of them, which contain chicken, duck, fish, and fruits to eat, and the posture is very casual.
Zuo Qingtian was secretly funny, these are the three foxes? It turns out that the legendary fox spirit, which is nothing more than that, is still so grand, and I don't know what demon method they used, so that the people nearby came here to send them offerings, and even called themselves immortals, which is really shameless.
Beside the three of them, there are a few guys dressed in ghosts, with yin sails and chains for errands next to them, looking very leisurely, drinking wine by themselves, no wonder that Mo Lanxue said, even the nearby ghosts let them have three points, this is to let three points, this is simply to pat the fart, Zuo Qingtian originally had a big opinion on the ghosts, seeing the ghosts and the three foxes colluding, eating and drinking, I couldn't help but curse in my heart, what kind of ghosts are this, so many lonely souls and wild ghosts they don't catch, I also had a drink with them, which is simply unreasonable.
He was angry, he didn't think about it, he picked up a stone directly from the ground, raised his arm, and threw the stone at one of the ghosts, Zuo Qingkong's strength was very large, the stone was impartial, and it just smashed on the forehead of the ghost, the ghost "ouch", covered his head, and several ghosts beside him, looked at him inexplicably, and the ghost who was hit by Zuo Qingkong, covered his head, his eyes swept directly to the front, and Zuo Qingkong's eyes were square, to Zuo Qingkong's surprise, The moment the ghost saw Zuo Qingtian, the whole person shuddered like an electric shock, and immediately lowered his head in fright, and he didn't know that he thought he had done something wrong, and he definitely had a faceless expression.
The other ghost doesn't know what happened? Directly asked the ghost who was hit by Zuo Qingkong, "What's the matter?" β
The smashed ghost cha, his eyes secretly glanced at Zuo Qingtian, and said in a suppressed voice, "Don't say anything, let's withdraw quickly!" β
"Withdraw, why?"
"Who's that guy on the other side?"
The ghost looked straight ahead for some reason, and at a glance saw Zuo Qingtian squatting on the ground, and quickly moved his eyes away in fright, and muttered in his mouth, "Disappointing, where did he come from?" β
There was still a dare to hesitate, and a few partners around him, muttered a few words, and didn't even dare to say goodbye to the three foxes, quietly retreated, and his body gradually turned transparent, and slowly disappeared into the darkness.
Zuo Qingkong's eyes have always been looking at them, he originally thought that those ghosts would definitely come to him to settle accounts, and he even regretted it a little, why did he do that, after all, he was a ghost, and it was natural for the ghosts to catch him, but he still went to find their forks, in case they were angry and put a chain on him or something, he really didn't know what he should do? But who knows, unexpectedly, he threw a stone out, and several ghosts ran away.
Zuo Qingkong was very surprised, so he was going to ask Mo Lanxue what was going on and why they were leaving, but he turned his head and saw that Mo Lanxue beside him didn't know when? It's gone without a trace.