The third lady leaned her back against the wall, struggling, and changed herself to a more comfortable sitting position. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 She stared at Yang Tianhong with yellow-green lizard eyes for several minutes before she opened her dry lips and let out a few extremely ugly laughs.

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Humans are greedy, and you're no exception. Letting me go when everyone recovers is a lie. Sure enough, as I expected, both Long and Wangshu, just rescued those people outside, and you are now thinking about my spell...... Hahahaha!"

Yang Tianhong didn't care about the attitude of the third lady. He pulled over a chair and sat down, the steel knife in his hand, the back of the knife gently patting the instep of his foot. It wasn't until the third lady had laughed enough and was tired of laughing that he said slowly: "It's up to you whether this kind of thing is said or not." As I said, you're smart and should know what I mean. ”

The third lady stopped laughing, her eyes were full of resentment: "If you don't say it, you will kill me?"

Yang Tianhong glanced at her casually, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

This kind of magic of driving wooden dolls to farm, cultivating grain on felt to make dough cakes, and making people eat and turn into donkeys. When Yang Yuan and Yang Yi were busy treating others, Yang Tianhong had already poured out all the things in the cloth bag and looked at it carefully. Whether it is a doll or a wooden cow, as well as felt and a stone mill, they are all ordinary objects. Although the workmanship is exquisite, it does not have any Dao spiritual power. Yang Tianhong repeatedly recalled every action of the three ladies in his mind, and finally determined: the key to driving the wooden puppets to cultivate and grind noodles lies in the spell and the talisman that burns in the basin of water.

The demon clan also has charms. Unlike talismans made by humans, all of them are based on the essence and blood of the monsters themselves. Demon talismans are rarely used in combat, but are mostly used to change the form of oneself or foreign objects. Yang Tianhong's purpose is also very clear———— as long as the three ladies honestly say the spell and the method of making the demon talisman. He didn't mind letting the monster go. As for the essence blood...... There are so many monsters in the world, and you can make talismans by catching one more and coming back. Or, you can also catch the three ladies who let them go back. Anyway, he only promised to let her go, but he didn't say the length of the distance between the words "let go". Ten miles of land is put, and a hundred miles of land is also put. As long as you encounter it for the second time, if you catch this monster again, it won't be a breach of promise.

"Hahahaha! Am I a fool when you are a mother?"

The third lady laughed loudly, and her laughter was full of hatred and misery: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I am the demon envoy of Lan Longqing, the Lord of the Black Alien Lake. The creatures of the Black Lake are withering, people and animals are rare, and the king ordered me to go out to search for humans, use spells to change forms, and fill the Black Lake as a demon. The spell that drives the Wooden Man and the Wooden Ox is changed every time it is used. I'll gather five hundred black donkeys here and send them back, and the king will give me a new exorcism spell for the next time. That kind of spirit rune, the king also sends one every time, and it will be gone when it is used up. ”

Yang Tianhong continued to remain silent.

The three ladies don't look like they're lying.

The demon race, like humans, no one wants to die in vain. The spell that drives the puppet to cultivate grain is indeed magical, and the practice of turning a living person into a donkey is unheard of. Obviously, if the third lady really mastered this spell, her cultivation would definitely not be so low. was cut off by his own casual knife. She could have found a place with abundant spiritual energy and manipulated the transformed "humans and animals". Practice diligently in order to achieve great success.

It's actually quite simple.

Why are rich people richer than poor people? Because rich people own a lot of land, and they rely on renting out the land, and the rich man can live comfortably without labor. The poor are different, they have to work rented land and pay their rent every year. The harvest may be just barely enough to eat. In the long run, the poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

The social hierarchy of the demon race is similar to that of humans. Don't say it's five hundred, as long as you master fifty bowing monsters, the three ladies can live a happy life. Why do you need to be like this? Because the matter was revealed, he was beaten half to death and cut into a cripple?

However, since the third lady mentioned the black lake snake demon Lan Longqing, Yang Tianhong had to pay more attention to it.

The Heavenly Demon King Zi Qian once left his last words: If someone is destined to enter this cell, you must know that Lan Longqing and Zong Qian will be killed. These two demons can't soar, and their cultivation is solid, but they are better at tricks. Those who are destined to remember: do not have mercy. Otherwise, it will inevitably backfire on itself. The day when the blood of the two demons of the snake and bear is sacrificed to the king, it is the time to obtain the remaining essence of the king.

In the Demon King's cell, the first fence was still closed. The conditions for unlocking are: kill the black lake snake demon Lan Longqing, pull its tendons, eat its flesh, and sleep its skin.

Yang Tianhong's next question, no longer paying attention to the wooden puppets and spells: "Where is the Black Lake?"

As long as the problem does not involve itself, the third lady can say everything: "Hezhou is 1,800 miles to the north." It's a place to find and a lot of people know it. As long as you cross the border of Hezhou, you can ask along the way. ”

Yang Tianhong continued to ask: "Is Lan Longqing's body a snake demon?"

The third lady's pale face showed a bit of solemnity, and she said in a respectful tone: "The name of the king, how can you be called a mortal like you? I'm not afraid to tell you that my king has achieved cultivation, but he is a spirit Jiao who can go to heaven and become a dragon at any time. If the king hears the word "serpent...... Hmph! Allowing you to take turns to enjoy ninety-nine eighty-one kinds of torture is considered light. At that time, you will understand what it means to live rather than die. ”

Yang Tianhong pursed his lips, without the slightest intention of arguing with the third lady: "You said before that there is a withering mouth around the Black Lake, what is going on?"

The eyes of the three ladies darkened: "There were originally a lot of fish and shrimp in the black lake, but the king ate amazingly, and the fish and shrimp in the lake have long been extinct all year round. As a last resort, the king could only send us and others to the surrounding county capitals to plunder the population. This kind of thing is okay occasionally, but if you do too much, you will cause trouble for yourself. Many of my brothers were killed by the officers and monks, and gradually only a few of our cronies remained with the king. Fortunately, the king did not know where he got a strange technique to change the form of a living person into a monster, and ordered me to build an inn here, wait for the guests, give them bread, and wait for the guests to turn into black donkeys, and then transport them to the lake in groups. Because things are done secretly. No one knew, and the government also let it go. ”

Yang Tianhong felt a chill and trembling from the depths of his heart. He was silent for a moment and asked, "How many times have you done this kind of thing, and how many black donkeys have you transported to Heiyi Lake?"

The third lady felt her eyelids twitch for a while. She opened her mouth and didn't speak, as if thinking about something. A few minutes passed. Only then did he sigh: "If you say less, you will definitely not believe it." Well, since I have even told you the name of the king, this kind of thing is not a big deal. I did it six times, and more than 3,000 guests were transported to Heiyi Lake. This time, you were lucky enough to escape, otherwise, more than a hundred donkeys would have to be added to the backyard of my inn. ”

Although he had already guessed the answer, Yang Tianhong still had a little luck. He clenched the knife in his hand. His voice trembled slightly: "How are those people now......?" How many people are still alive?"

"I guess there isn't one. ”

The third lady said honestly: "The king is very good at eating, and he needs fresh blood food for five people in one meal." At the end of the day, there are at least ten living people. If it's a different child, the number is even higher. The old brothers who used to follow the king were hunted down and killed by the government, and now only me and the other four are left. Spells to capture guests must be done with caution and will take even longer. Every time I delivered goods back, the king always complained that the quantity was too small and urged us to speed up. But. How can such a thing be said to be fast?"

Yang Tianhong looked at the third lady and asked seriously, "...... you Have you ever eaten someone?"

The third lady looked at him with the same cold gaze. Suddenly, "Gegegege" laughed: "If I say I haven't eaten it, do you believe it?"

Yang Tianhong stood up from the chair, the steel knife in his hand was horizontal to his chest, and a killing intent appeared on his face: "That is, I have eaten?"

There was no trace of fear on the face of the third lady. She looked up and said calmly, "I knew I was going to die." Ever since I first started doing this kind of thing, I knew there was always one thing to do. The so-called Heavenly Dao Cycle. But that's it. Demons are meant to eat people. People are born to be the enemies of monsters. I was so naïve to believe a human being...... Anyway, I didn't betray the king. It also helped you remove the transformation spell on those people. Come to think of it, King Yama will remember this merit and will not send me to the eighteenth layer of hell. People in the world say that it is good to do good, but it is only when they are dying that they really think of doing more good deeds. Stupid, ignorant, bastard!"

The knife in Yang Tianhong's hand rested on the neck of the third lady: "You are a rather special monster." I promise you that I will put your body away. Finally, do you have anything else to say?"

The third lady knew that she would never have a chance to escape again. She turned slowly and looked at the window that let in the sunlight, her eyes full of pain and reluctance.

"If there really is an afterlife, I don't want to be a youkai again. I hope that God will have mercy and let me be a person, a real woman. ”

......

The inn was filled with soybean oil from the kitchen, and all the wooden parts emitted a greasy smell.

All the retinues that had turned into black donkeys were rescued, and the corpses of the slain monsters were piled together, and dozens of fishy-smelling pieces of cured meat were found from the kitchen.

The cured meat has had its palms and toes chopped off, but it can still be seen that it is a human arm, as well as a leg and foot.

In the storage room near the firewood room, there are two large tanks full of cooled grease. It is dark yellow in color and is covered with dry thatch. Because it was almost noon, a member of the Meng family wanted to get some fried rice with meat oil, so he melted some in the pot, beat the eggs, and fried it, and was immediately smoked by the indescribable fishy smell and vomited on the spot.

Where is there any lard in the inn opened by the monster?

Although no one said anything, it was clear to everyone that this was obviously oil made from fat cut from human beings.

A fire, set the entire inn on fire. For a moment, it fell into a sea of fire.

The air was filled with the smell of burning. From time to time, the corpses of dead youkai twisted in the fire, emitting the sound of crisp flesh cracking.

Yang Tianhong did not break his promise, and erected a new grave on the hill facing south of the road.

There are no tombstones, just a small mound.

The third lady is obviously not her real name.

Being able to be a human being seems to be an extremely rare blessing.

Even the youkai feel envious.

......

Out of the boundary of Yuzhou, you can see the undulating mountains on the horizon in the distance.

Along the way, it is still necessary to stay in the inn.

Yang Tianhong's words were much less than usual. More often than not, he's thinking.

He didn't ask the third lady about the spell and the method of making the demon rune. The cloth bag containing the wooden doll and the wooden ox has been burned. Those things have no value and can be bought at the bazaar. The price is not expensive, at best, it will not exceed ten copper plates.

The real harvest should be the flour that was cultivated on the felt by the three ladies and milled with small stones. Two heavy bags, there are dozens of kilograms.

The Black Lake Snake King, Lan Longqing, cultivated to a high level. You can see it from the flour alone. Yang Tianhong didn't have the slightest idea of going to Heiyi Lake, and using his own strength to find Lan Longqing was simply suicide.

Although I don't know what the residual essence of the Heavenly Demon King Zi Qi is, it can be imagined that it is definitely a heavy treasure that countless monks covet and fight for.

Thoughts that should not be had should be cleared from your mind as soon as possible. His thoughts returned to the flour he got this time, and Yang Tianhong instinctively thought of the Lu family.

What are the rules of heaven and earth?

I'm afraid no one can give an accurate answer to this kind of thing.

With Yang Tianhong's cultivation, it would be easy to destroy the Lu family, and it would definitely not be more difficult than crushing an ant to death.

The rules of heaven and earth may be the devil that binds you inside. Maybe it was a thunderstorm that fell from the sky on the day of the catastrophe, or it could be the sudden sign of a crisis that suddenly appeared when you were most careless, always watching you.

Walking on the road, I accidentally stepped on a rock, and then I fell and broke my foot.

No matter how you look at it, it's a simple and ordinary thing, and it's no surprise.

However. The doctor who treated your foot may have accidentally cut your hamstrings. Simple minor surgeries have been thrown out of control, resulting in patients who would have been cured with only need to recuperate, and have since become disabled people who have to rely on wheelchairs to move.

These are the rules of heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, maybe two words can sum up ———— luck.

Worldly people are never afraid of the rules of heaven and earth. Because there are heavens and earths in this world, and heaven and earth also have meaning because of the existence of all things in the world. Monks are different, they are beyond the rules of heaven and earth. A special group of people who comprehend the mysteries of the Tao. Just like in another world, almost all the poor will hate the rich, and countless pairs of eyes are fixed on those rich people all the time. For monks whose abilities and cultivation are beyond the existence of ordinary people, the rules of heaven and earth play a similar, or the same supervisory role. As long as you don't behave out of bounds. Then the rule ban will not be triggered. But the slightest carelessness can immediately trigger a series of unpredictable and terrible consequences.

It's like in another world, if someone gets into an accident driving a luxury car like a Maserati, the media will immediately exaggerate it, doubling or tripling the speed of the car at 60 kilometers per hour, turning it into a sensational headline about the hurt of a rich drag racer. But if a hawker hits someone on a tricycle, the media will never report it. Because there is no newsworthiness to be squeezed out of the poor, people have long been accustomed to cycling and hitting people every day.

If Yang Tianhong is fierce and rushes into the Lu family with a sword to destroy his full door, I am afraid that the sky will immediately be overcast, and the sky will be thunderous, and the purple thunder the thickness of a bucket will chop him to death on the spot.

With these flours milled by the three ladies, things are different. As long as it is made into steamed cakes and eaten by the Lu family, when the time comes, no one will say irresponsible remarks about Yang Tianhong torturing a few black donkeys, let alone touch the rules of heaven and earth.

Donkeys are beasts after all, and humans are born to be their masters.

Monks, too, are people.

There is a dish in the Great Chu State that is very famous: freshly roasted donkey intestines.

It is a method of tying a live donkey to a tree, cutting open the abdomen with a knife, and taking out the intestines of a live donkey to eat. By the time the donkey's intestines are cooked and served on a plate, the live donkey will still be alive and will not die.

The pain is for sure. Don't say it's a caesarean section, even if you prick a needle in any part of your body, anyone will cry out in pain.

Riding on a horse and touching the Qiankun bag containing flour, a sneer gradually appeared on Yang Tianhong's hard face.

......

Walking on the road, you usually get hungry quickly.

It was already noon, and I saw a village in the distance, and there was a small market on the side of the road. The types of goods that farmers put on the street are simple, nothing more than eggs laid by their own hens, fresh vegetables grown in the fields, and dried goods such as vermicelli and buckwheat noodles.

There are several rice stalls in the bazaar, all of which are very small, and can accommodate five or six people at most. Meng Qi led the team all the way forward, and finally found a spacious restaurant with more than a dozen tables in it. After saying hello, people dismounted, looked for seats in the store, called the men to pour tea and food, and beat their legs to rest.

The owner was welcoming and the kitchen was served quickly. At the time of the incense, the table was full of drinks and dishes, and Yang Tianhong was not pretentious, picking up a big bowl of rice and eating. Under his leadership, the atmosphere quickly became enthusiastic, and people from the morning hunger to the present were busy filling their hunger.

Of course, there are no big-name chefs in such small restaurants. However, the next meals such as tiger skin chili pepper and mapo tofu are very good, Yang Tianhong was sweating profusely and finished a bowl of rice in minutes. He called the man and asked him to serve the meal, and when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an old man with a white beard sitting on the table on the side. (To be continued.) )