When Huang Daoyou heard this, his soul hair immediately exploded.

Huang Daoyou's nose shrugged, he doubted its sensitivity, for the first time in his life he felt that it was so sensitive.

He smelled the smell of fried shallots, and the lingering smell of grease.

He was a little incredulous, he hadn't forgotten that he was only a soul at the moment.

At most, if you can perceive incense and odor with your powerful soul power, you can already be considered very capable.

However, it is a strange thing that he smelled what the ingredients were. He subconsciously touched his right hand under his sleeve with his left hand, if it weren't for the feeling of his own soul power rebounding from the skin of a living person, he would have suspected that his flesh and blood had returned.

"Shang Fang?" he muttered, not thinking he was right.

Those two words clearly reminded him that they were going to sell him food and make him rich. He must not forget that such a slogan is often shouted at the time of sacrifice or memorial.

The old voice came again: "Fresh tofu, hot tofu, still feasting......"

Huang Daoyou has already pricked up his ears, and this time he no longer doubts it. The man was clearly a tofu seller, hot tofu.

No matter how simple the food is, Huang Daoyou was so excited that he almost shed a few soul tears.

Last time, Long Lie gave him a seed of an unknown spiritual object, but he ate it too quickly, and he didn't taste it, and he never felt full again.

Huang Daoyou does not admit that he is a ghost, but only admits that it is a special soul, and at most puts a "special instrument spirit" on him. But the machine spirit would be hungry, which he never expected. If there had been a second way, he would not have been willing to suffer such sin.

He didn't dare to think about it! Only walking one day at a time, as long as he was not starved to death, he thought that at most patience would be over, and it would not be a major event for the sky to fall.

But if there is something to eat, if you don't eat it, he will think that person is a fool, how stupid and stupid he is!

"Nephew, I heard you right, right?" asked Huang Daoyou in a slightly trembling voice.

Niu Fan also felt incredible, stared out the window, and replied: "It's true!"

The young man at the front table suddenly said, "There is sacrificial food for sale, step-uncle, don't you buy some?"

The goatee old man also said: "Prepare some bait, throw it at the critical moment, don't all your soul slaves scream?

The thin-faced middle-aged man said expressionlessly: "There are still some preparations." He tapped his right index and middle fingers on the table a few times, and then said, "They can't rebel even if they don't have some encouragement." It shouldn't be too good to them, it's too tricky to raise, and it's annoying to quarrel. Besides, even if Lao Tzu doesn't give anything, they can't help but sell their lives, if something happens to me, they will follow Lao Tzu to the funeral. If this is too good for them, and they develop their petty tempers, and then they make mistakes because of their laziness and slackness, the gains outweigh the losses!"

The goatee man stroked his beard and smiled: "Reasonable!

The young man lowered his head slightly, silently remembering these words in his heart, and was slightly ashamed of his ignorance and shallowness just now.

At this moment, an old man in Tsing Yi carrying a burden came into the sight of the window, and the varnish vat behind him was steaming hot.

When Huang Daoyou saw it, how could he still care about the door or window in front of him? The robe and headcloth draped on his body instantly dried up a lot, and he went through the window like a gust of wind, only to float out in time: "I'm going!"

There were several tables around that cast surprised glances at Niu Fan and the others, and Long Lie snorted coldly: "Starving ghost reincarnation!"

Only then did everyone retract their gazes, and each muttered quietly, judging their tastes, some were puzzled and some were satisfied, but none of them had anything to do with themselves, so they were naturally put on the shelf.

The thin-faced middle-aged man at the front table whispered, "This is an example of undisciplined!"

The young man beside him nodded again, and many people around him also agreed, and they all bowed their heads slightly.

But the young man remembered something again, and his throat rolled, wanting to say but not daring.

At this moment, Huang Daoyou poked his head in from the window. His face was a little gloomy, and he heard the words of the middle-aged man with a thin face.

Huang Daoyou muttered: "I can eat if I want, drink if I want, do your!" Huang Daoyou also complained, but he didn't dare to really cause trouble.

The thin-faced middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "You will also fall into the hands of these brothers, if it falls into the hands of Lao Tzu, you will be guaranteed to die!" He swept Huang Daoyou with cold eyes, and then swept Niu Fan and the others.

Huang Daoyou subconsciously called out the word "you", but his brain turned very fast, and he immediately stopped, and said in his heart: "This is deliberately looking for trouble!

Huang Daoyou figured out the joints, his face instantly calmed down, and he jumped back to his seat from the window with a "bang" at a lightning speed.

Huang Daoyou not only did not get angry, but piled up a smile on his face, which was unexpected by the middle-aged man.

Huang Daoyou said: "Virtuous nephew, the food is not expensive, it only costs ten small pieces a bowl." ”

Niu Fan secretly admired Huang Daoyou's determination, and he felt that he had really underestimated Huang Daoyou before. Answered: "Uncle Huang just needs to be happy." ”

Huang Daoyou said: "I'll ask that old man to send it over later, I've eaten a lot of this stuff before, and the taste is normal." I don't know what that old man's craftsmanship looks like, and if it suits your taste, I don't dare to call it more. When I come up, taste it first, and if it's good, it's not too late to add a few more bowls. ”

Huang Daoyou has never tasted such food, he is talking nonsense with his eyes open. First, he didn't want to make the monks around him look down, and second, Niu Fan's reply deliberately aggravated the three words 'Uncle Huang', which gave him confidence, and Huang Daoyou naturally wanted to use each other's small talk to fight for face.

However, a sudden sneer broke Huang Daoyou's wishful thinking.

The goatee old man sneered again and again: "Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Huang Daoyou's heart instantly cooled by half, he was somewhat witty, and he was already secretly thinking about what was wrong with his words, which made people laugh.

Long Lie's face was already black and purple, and he naturally knew what was wrong.

Zhou Zhushu is relatively wooden, or called hindsight. And Shangguan Yi, who was forcibly pulled to sit next to Zhou Zhushu, buried his head from the beginning and seemed to be half an inch lower than the table, he couldn't afford to offend anyone, let alone attract attention.

Niu Fan asked forward: "I don't know what the chief thinks is ridiculous, can you tell me about it?"

The goatee old man was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "You don't need to urge, the old man will naturally say it." Otherwise, wouldn't it seem old-fashioned?"

Lao Dao stroked his beard, and continued: "The reason why people are human is because they have the word 'life'. The sacrificial food for ghosts to eat focuses on the word 'death', and it is bound to be made by secret methods with the ointment of psychic evil objects such as necromancers and necromantic cats. Naturally, it is okay for the dead to eat it, but if the living eat it, won't the dead breath be pervasive, and they will lose their longevity in vain? Little doll, such an old ghost is unacceptable, or unworthy! Even if he was your closest relative, you have to consider being a ghost who sends the dead, or find a monk who is not very knowledgeable and sell him, which is worthy of him. Isn't it even more ridiculous that this old ghost dares to be arrogant and arrogant when he is in great trouble? Isn't it even more ridiculous that the future of the province will credulously believe the words of this ignorant old ghost and suffer a great loss? Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous! Haha! Haha! Haha......!

The old goatee didn't finish laughing, he only heard a "bu" sound, and then he couldn't laugh anymore, and the old man seemed to have just swallowed a fly, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.