Uncle Ma opened another bottle of beer on the side.

"You're okay with how much you drink."

Qin Ding's face was already flushed, in fact, he rarely drank alcohol, after all, he was a student who had just graduated from high school, and he usually drank less.

"Oops, I drank so hard that I was a little dizzy."

"Haha, I haven't eaten much lamb skewers, one bottle is gone, my stomach is full, let's eat it first."

By the way, I also brought you a piece of drunken meat."

Uncle Ma opened the lunch box as he spoke, and Qin Ding was dazed when he heard the word drunk, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Uncle, can I not eat it?"

Uncle Ma had already opened the lid of the lunch box, Qin Ding was a little nervous, and when he heard the name, he felt that it was the same as the drunken shrimp at noon.

He looked into the lunch box, and more than a dozen large slices of brown meat were neatly stacked in the lunch box, and it seemed to be okay.

Judging from the texture of the meat and the contrast between fat and thin, Qin Ding felt that it was pork.

"Why don't you eat it? It's a good thing, I queued up to buy it, or why would I come so late."

When Qin Ding heard that Uncle Ma was queuing up to buy this, he was suddenly a little moved, thinking that even if he didn't want to eat it, he had to give Uncle Ma a face, not to mention that this thing didn't look so bad.

"Uncle, is this famous? I really haven't eaten it yet."

"I haven't eaten it, but it's said that eating a slice can melt my brain. I heard that it is made by an ancient method that is almost lost, and there are many processes, and the meat selected is also the best of the best."

When Uncle Ma said this, Qin Ding was even more curious, and he quickly picked up a piece.

Generally, this kind of meat is steamed or boiled, and it may be crushed if it is clamped tightly, but this piece of meat is not loose after being clamped, and it is completely and a little crystal clear, and it seems to have a bit of waxy texture, which looks very appetizing.

Qin Ding put the slices of meat in his mouth, thinking that the meat might be hard or soft and glutinous, but he didn't expect that there was a delicate tenderness, which made him feel very special.

It's normal if the lean part has this texture, but why does the fat part also have this chewiness?

Qin Ding couldn't describe it, he couldn't taste what kind of meat this meat was, he only felt that it was a little like pork, but it had the tenderness and sweetness of mutton, and when it slid into his throat after chewing, there was a special aroma of wine rushing into his nose.

Qin Ding felt that how could this meat be so delicious, and he couldn't help but put another slice in his mouth.

Uncle Ma looked at him with a smile on the side.

"Well, I'm right, isn't it delicious?"

Qin Ding picked up the wine bottle and drank a few more sips, and then kept picking up the meat slices as if he was obsessed, feeling that he couldn't take a sip, and he didn't care about letting Uncle Ma go at all.

Originally, there were not a few pieces of meat in the lunch box, but he ate it all in the blink of an eye, and drank a lot of beer.

Qin Ding didn't forget to smash his mouth after eating, as if he was still unsatisfied.

"Uncle, what kind of meat is this?"

Uncle Ma turned his back to the candlelight on the desk, and the whole person seemed to be hidden in the shadows.

"I don't know what kind of meat it is, if you think it's delicious."

Qin Ding's head felt more and more dizzy, could it be that drunken meat could also make people drunk?

"Oops, I'm dizzy."

"You're drinking too much, too much to drink."

Qin Ding put down the mutton skewer in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, he seemed to have an illusion, smelling the smell of wine all over the room, and this aroma was the kind in drunken meat.

He opened his eyes, his vision was a little dizzy, and he saw Uncle Ma get up from the low stool.

"Xiao Qin, I ate the mutton skewers first, it won't taste good when it gets cold for a while, but it's nothing at night, I want to drink it and I'm drinking it last...

I have to go, there are many things to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you can arrange it yourself."

Qin Ding rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, and then he saw clearly that Uncle Ma had walked to the door, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know why his tongue seemed to be a little disobedient.

It seems to be really drunk.

The mind is not completely confused, Uncle Ma has already walked out, in the house

He was the only one left.

Qin Ding wanted to touch the side of the bed and lie down for a while, but before he could get up from the stool, suddenly, there was a violent noise in the room.

"Bang~Bang~Bang...... Bang bang ...... Pounds and pounds ......"

The sound of the impact from light to heavy was stirring up in the room.

What's going on?

Qin Ding got up from the stool at once, his head was light, his legs were so weak that he couldn't support them, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell in front of the bed.

The voice was so sudden that he was startled, probably because of the alcohol, but he was not too afraid.

The bang disappeared, but Qin Ding smelled a stronger smell of wine, and at this time, his stomach was churning, and he couldn't help but spit forward.

The candle on the desk suddenly brightened, and something seemed to squirm in the vomit spitting out of the floor.

This made him feel a little frightened, but his brain was still swollen and dizzy.

Could it be that there is a hallucination?

He wanted to know what was wriggling in the vomit, but before he could see it, the lid of the stone water tank in front of him slammed to the side and slammed to the ground, as if something was about to come out of it.

Qin Ding shuddered and sobered up a little, although his hands and feet were weak, at least he could see clearly.

He saw the edge of the stone water tank, and a white Sensen's arm poked out, and at the top of the arm, there was no hand.

"Damn!!"

Fear is like a serrated knife, cutting back and forth from beginning to end.

For a moment, his mind went blank, but the things in the tank were moving strangely, crawling out one by one, with the sound of rushing water, which brought a huge impact on the senses.

What is this?

Qin Ding realized that something was wrong, it was not an illusion.

Despite his efforts, his legs were weak, and I don't know if it was because he was frightened or drunk.

The contents of the tank had completely crawled out, like a white octopus, spread out against the walls of the tank in front of the stone tank.

The smell of alcohol in the room was so strong that I couldn't open my eyes, the temperature around me became low, and the flame of the candle on the writing desk seemed to be stimulated in some way, and the flames burst out in an instant, but they were not as bright as they should be.

And the thing that crawled out slowly stood up in front of Qin Ding.

Because of the horror, Qin Ding's eyes widened, his heart beat to the limit, and fear spread all over his body with the blood.

It was a person, and an incomplete person.

There were no hands, no calves, the hair was soaked and sticking to the pale face, and the facial features were full of black holes, from which water was still flowing out.

Qin Ding couldn't even struggle, not to mention that his legs didn't obey the call, and even his basic thinking ability was paralyzed, and his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make any noise.

Fear took over his entire body, and the thing lay on the ground with a snap, and quickly crawled towards Qin Ding with its stump.

It wasn't far away, but it pounced on him in the blink of an eye.

His body was so stiff that he couldn't move, Qin Ding only felt that something was entrenched like a poisonous snake, and the temperature on his body seemed to be taken away by something, the cold feeling made him tremble, and at the same time, there was a muffled sizzling sound in his ears.

"Zizizi...... Soak in! …… Zizi goes in."

Qin Ding stood up, but this made him even more frightened, it wasn't that he was controlling his body.

Everything happened quickly, and he had staggered to the stone tank, and he could not resist, and he fell headlong into the stone water tank.

The liquid poured into the facial features, and the heavy pungency poured into the mouth and nose, and the eyes seemed to be burned by flames, choking down the throat and into the trachea.

It's not water in the tank, it's wine.

Qin Ding seemed to be tied up and sank into the wine vat, he couldn't move, but the liquid invaded unscrupulously in the violent contraction of his lungs, slowly eroding his desire to survive.

In just a few seconds, the bruised veins were like a lifeless giant net, firmly holding all his vitality, and the breath of death began to permeate.

I don't know if it is

The sharp pain in his lungs was still gradually losing consciousness, and Qin Ding's brain suddenly calmed down.

Everything that happened to this lightning and stone fire is so unreasonable, so is it a murderous soul who wants to kill him now? Where do the spirits come from? He couldn't recite the incantation.

It's already late, let alone resisting and struggling, and I can't shout anything in my throat.

Qin Ding felt that he was beginning to sink in the darkness, and many things were shaking noisily in his mind like a marquee.

The words at the end of the tape are not deceitful, the spell should be used at this time, how could the murderous spirit be here.

The last bit of consciousness was about to be extinguished, but Qin Ding felt a lightness in his body, the strong smell of alcohol seemed to be erased from his brain, and there was a sharp pain in his lungs again, stimulating the desire to survive.

He could move, instinctively holding his breath, although his lungs felt like they were going to explode, and the water in his trachea made him cough, but he still tried his best to support and kick his hands and feet wildly, and finally he turned out of the water tank.

The feeling of drowning almost crushed him, but he couldn't afford to be passive again, so he coughed violently and spat water while staring at his bloodshot eyes.

For some reason, the candle flame on the desk became extremely faint, and this light made the room even more gloomy.

There was a rattling in the tank, as if something was about to crawl out of it.

Qin Ding endured the discomfort, struggled to sit up from the ground, and took a few steps back.

With all the lightning and fire that happened, Qin Ding didn't have time to think about whether to escape first or use a certain spell.

A thick, almost black red shadow had emerged from the stone water tank.

Qin Ding was now sure that this was a fierce soul, and it was a fourth-level fierce soul that was about to reach the fifth level.

He hesitated, and the red shadow let out a terrifying cry that seemed to be about to pounce on him.

But which mantra should I recite? He doesn't have a token to read any of them. I can't care so much, as long as I can exorcise evil spirits.

"Chase the soul, calm the world, dare to disobey, and order your soul to be killed. Lock the body of the spirit, the urgent order is now, I am the sealed spirit, according to the edict of the true Wu Yuanjun, urgent as the law! Regent ......"

Qin Ding recited the Soul Hunting Spell for the first time, and when he recited the first sentence, the red shadow in the water tank seemed to be trapped by some invisible force, and began to distort and deform, and the ghost language began to become poignant.

And when Qin Ding read the second half of the sentence, the red shadow began to shrink and become smaller, but Qin Ding didn't know the name of the murderous spirit, so he was stuck when he read it to the end, and at this time, the red shadow began to swell again. Big.

Qin Ding didn't know if it was because he didn't have a token, or if it meant that the body of the murderous soul was not here, so the effect was like this after reciting the spell.

Just as he was thinking about whether to try another spell in his panic, he suddenly heard the voice of another person mixed with the sound of the ghost, which was low and hoarse, but it was different from the ghost.

"Sin Soul Guo Hai!"

Qin Ding was stunned, this voice was Pei Yan who knocked on the door every day, how could he appear?

Qin Ding didn't think too much about it, the sin soul Guo Hai was obviously the real name of the murderous soul in the water tank.

"Chase the soul, calm the world, dare to disobey, and order your soul to be killed. Lock the body of the spirit, the urgent order is now, I am the sealed spirit, according to the edict of the true Wu Yuanjun, urgent as the law! Sin Soul Guo Hai!"

As soon as the chanting of the incantation fell, the candle on the table was extinguished instantly, and at the same time, a high-pitched and piercing whistling sound fell silent in the darkness of the room, and everything returned to peace, just like the feeling of the soul hunter in the tape after the murder of the murderer.

Qin Ding's heart was beating wildly, he quickly fumbled for a match, and then lit the candle.