In a dense suburban mountain forest.

Ginger is hidden in the shade of a dim tree.

Its slender tail swayed from side to side, and its golden pupils revealed a faint and indifferent light.

The narrow wings of the nose are gently constricted, and the sharp ears are erected high.

It seems that even the slightest movement cannot escape its full perception.

At this moment, the black cat's keen sense of smell has obviously sensed the breath of prey.

That's right, Jiang Sheng is hunting at the moment.

This stems from its "promise" to a group of ghosts.

Although as a spell and manager, Jiang Sheng can directly shield the harassment of resentful spirits.

But it didn't.

In fact, if given a choice, the black cat also wants to get along with the wraiths.

That's why it nodded and relented, deciding to change the recipe once in a while to satisfy the goblins' appetites.

Jiang Sheng moved his small body, listening carefully to the sounds around him.

A few seconds later.

With the help of some small insects, it saw a wild hare shrunk into a clump in a few bushes.

This naturally became its goal.

The black cat still didn't make a sound, and its body suddenly disappeared, as if it had merged into a shadow.

Suddenly, he appeared again, somersaulting and jumping above the hare's head.

Then with a flick of his claws, he slammed the hare to the ground.

The rabbit only had time to kick up and down twice on its hind legs, and then it stopped moving.

Is the rabbit dead, Jiang Sheng doesn't know.

But in terms of its current strength, the other party is eighty percent unable to escape.

"How are you going to eat this?"

Falling lightly between the grass, Jiang Sheng looked at the rabbit's bloodshot eyes and the appearance of lying down.

In a crisp tone, he asked the resentful spirits in his body.

It is not taboo to kill.

Actually, Jiang Sheng is not kind enough.

It just wants to find peace.

"Ya Ya (cramps)!"

The flesh doll danced excitedly.

"Ahhh

I was very happy to finally have a raincoat with meat to eat.

"I mean, do you want to eat stewed or roasted."

Helplessly, he touched his forehead.

Jiang Sheng was neat and turned into the image of a white-haired teenager.

For this.

Mrs. Qi also immediately wrapped the young man's torso with a shroud.

I have to admit that this is a very convenient feature.

The shroud, which will not be dirty or broken, is simply the most suitable "clothing" for Jiang Sheng.

Of course, when it comes to human cities.

That would undoubtedly have to be dressed in human clothes.

"Uh-huh (baked, stewed too troublesome)."

Caged women are both fat and lazy.

"Uh-huh (I think it's better to bake it, too)."

The mosquito raised its hand in agreement.

"Then roast."

Jiang Sheng nodded.

Then he stretched out his animalistic claws, slit the rabbit's throat, and stripped the bloody fur.

"Oh (it looks so disgusting)!"

The flesh doll screamed.

"Ah (be quiet, don't disturb the kitten cooking)!"

The raincoat followed in the pose of a parent.

Yun Ghost got Jiang Sheng's consent and appeared into the mountain to find some firewood.

The cage girl sat wearily on the ground and built a stove out of stones.

The worm opened his mouth and recited the incantation, which immediately ignited a flame.

Finally, the rabbit is roasted.

The smell of rabbit meat becomes fragrant and attractive, the skin is golden and crispy, and the inside is tender and juicy.

Except for the cloud ghosts and raincoats, the resentful spirits, who had never felt their sense of smell after death, swallowed their non-existent saliva.

"Ah (cute bunny, disgusting bunny)."

The flesh doll took the rabbit leg and was about to stuff it into Jiang Sheng's mouth, because she could only taste the delicious taste through the taste of a black cat.

"I know, I'll eat it, don't force it over."

Reluctantly pushing away the hand of the resentful spirit, Jiang Sheng took the rabbit leg and took a bite.

Well, in the absence of spices, this result is already quite good.

A hint of salty sweetness, with a milky aroma of fat.

caused all the resentful spirits to indulge in it, only Jiang Sheng first gagged a little for a while, and finally reluctantly swallowed the meat into his stomach.

"Uh-uh, uh-uh (chew a little more, chew a little more)!"

The silk mosquito clapped his hands impatiently and urged.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh (so delicious, this one is so delicious)!"

The cage girl shook her fat.

Each of them has been dead for at least ten years.

In the midst of endless pain and resentment.

In the emptiness and loneliness of complete nothingness.

A piece of barbecue may already be called an indescribable enjoyment.

"I know, I know."

Jiang Sheng could feel the joy in the hearts of the resentful spirits at this moment.

Also.

Anyone who has gone through a desperate life and a miserable death.

After a long period of loneliness without any sense.

I'm afraid they will all cherish it, such a simple and solid barbecue.

Jiang Sheng, who adjusted his mentality, put the rabbit leg into his mouth again.

I took a big bite and savored it.

It doesn't like the taste.

But the wraiths poked their necks as hard as they could.

Some have slightly wrinkled noses, and some spit blood from their mouths.

One, two, three.

As Jiang Sheng chewed, their expressions became more and more satisfied.

"Oh (gotta drink some water)!"

"Ah (and fruit)!

I don't know who screamed twice.

So the resentful spirits got some mountain spring water and wild fruits for Jiang Sheng.

After a meal, all the "people" were settled.

The cloud ghost remembers his parents.

Some resentment, some sorrow.

The raincoat combed the long, messy hair.

With his back to the moonlight, he looked at the branches.

The flesh doll babbled and played with the rabbit's skeleton.

The cage girl fell to the ground with her head on her back, and there was a series of snoring sounds in her nose.

The silk mosquito began to ask the spider for directions, but Mrs. Qi still couldn't speak.

Jiang Sheng lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, still flipping through the urban legends on the supernatural forums and the disaster reports in the social news.

Although the signal in the mountains is not very good, and the network is often stuck, it can still be used in the end.

Suddenly, Jiang Sheng's gaze stayed on a medical tabloid.

"Director Zhao, a psychiatrist at Luotai City Health Hospital, said: The patient was 32nd and predicted a traffic accident in the city."

Downai City.

Jiang Sheng looked at the title of the web page and blinked.

Isn't this the next city to the south of me?