In desperation, Su Feng had no choice but to slowly open his mouth, ready to meet the wine glass handed by the other party.

But before he could see the scene in front of him, a hoarse and cold voice came from behind him.

"Little Er, why can't you see a few meaty dishes in your family?"

Su Feng followed the prestige, and saw a young man with a gloomy face and a withered description, who was hugging two beautiful girls, pulling his neck and shouting.

And the plate in front of him was filled with water celery.

It's just that it's crawling with maggots, which is quite disgusting, and Rao is the well-informed Su Feng, who can't help frowning, and his eyes are full of disgust.

"Official, it turns out that I don't like a lot of meat, wait, I'll go back to the furnace for you to redo."

After speaking, the little er who ran the hall picked up the knife and fork on the table, held it with his backhand, and stabbed it directly in his eye, piercing the bloody eyeball out and throwing it on the dish.

The viscous plasma and vegetable soup mixed together, exuding an indescribable smell of blood.

At this moment, Su Feng finally sensed that something was wrong.

Although the spiritual power cultivated the day after tomorrow could not be used normally, the pupil technique that Su Feng had cultivated could still operate normally, and the delusion was discovered in an instant.

Where is the splendid restaurant in front of you? It's clearly a righteous village with a gust of wind and wind!

The surrounding wine tables have all turned into decayed and dilapidated coffins, and there is evil aura everywhere.

And the two singers beside him are all skeletons about to be weathered, and they let out a gloomy laugh, which is terrifying to hear.

"Official, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, but you have to cherish it."

The two skeletons smiled and passed the glass, which was filled with warm, fishy plasma.

As for the so-called restaurant Oiran, he was holding a round head in his hand and dancing in a corner of Yizhuang.

White Flower's head rolled back and forth between her arms, grinning mouth, spitting out long, blood-red tongues, swaying in the wind, juice splashing.

Seeing this scene, Su Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He didn't want to stay here any longer, so with a flick of his hand, he knocked over the glass jar in the hands of the two singers, spilling blood all over the ground.

Just as Su Feng wanted to get up and leave, Xiao Er's voice sounded behind him.

"Official, our shopkeeper kindly invited you to drink, and you actually knocked it over, aren't you going to give us face in Drunken Immortal Ju?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Yizhuang suddenly fell silent.

Those ghosts and pink skeletons who were still carnival all stopped and looked at Su Feng quietly, with strange flames floating in their empty eyes.

Immediately after, they took the initiative to step forward and block Su Feng's way.

Xiao Er walked slowly towards Su Feng, playing with two round eyeballs with both hands, and his voice was hoarse.

"Official, please settle the money for the wine."

Su Feng fumbled around for a long time, but never found any belongings.

Even the banknotes used in the real world cannot be found.

At his level, how can a monk use money that is something outside of his body?

As if sensing that Su Feng couldn't take out the money, the ghost's face instantly became gloomy.

"Official, if you can't pay for the drink, it doesn't matter, you can use other ways to pay off the debt."

As he spoke, Xiao Er seemed to be smiling, stuffed the two eyeballs into his mouth, and chewed them "squeak", the juice splashed, and blood seeped down the corners of his mouth.

"In what way?" Su Feng couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Of course, you can use any organ in your body, any part of your body, don't you want to?"

After that, the ghosts in the entire Yizhuang rushed towards Su Feng one after another, and the demons dancing around were very terrifying.

Without exception, these guys all showed their most ferocious side, their expressions were gloomy and vicious, and the targets were all organs on Su Feng's body, obviously wanting to carve up Su Feng.

Su Feng didn't show a trace of panic, and subconsciously waved his arm, wanting to summon

Summons sword energy to attack the opponent.

To his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, there was no reaction from the sword word.

Obviously, in the dream world, Su Feng's strength was indeed somewhat limited.

And the other party didn't give him enough chances, a green-faced and fanged ghost stretched out its sharp claws and pounced towards Su Feng.

Looking at that posture, it was obvious that he wanted to eat Su Feng alive.

At the moment when the claw wind swept by, about to brush the bridge of Su Feng's nose, Su Feng adjusted his body in time and dodged to the other side.

Rao is like this, the blue-faced ghost still cut Su Feng's clothes.

Before he could stand firm, another group of ghosts rushed towards Su Feng.

Their speed was extremely fast, far exceeding the speed that a normal human martial artist could have, and even a God Realm powerhouse might not be able to surpass them in terms of physical technique.

For a while, Su Feng's eyes were full of messy afterimages, and the gusts of wind that followed.

With his current physical state, it was already quite difficult to be able to dodge continuously for ten seconds.

But those goblins don't feel any fatigue at all, and they can basically attack endlessly.

As a result, under the persecution of this near-hellish mode, Su Feng can be said to be getting better, and he feels that his character skills seem to have begun to complete the transformation he should have with the pursuit of evil ghosts.

Su Feng's speed is getting faster and faster, and his body style is becoming more and more flexible.

He picked up a mourning stick, and while dodging one after another, he used the mourning stick to whip the ghosts.

Strange to say, the originally dirty mourning stick, in Su Feng's hands, was used, and it forced these guys to retreat.

"Come on, if you have the ability, continue to fight me."

Su Feng regained his original rhythm and no longer took the other party in his eyes.

At this moment, a huge green-faced ghost rushed towards Su Feng, holding a necklace worn by a human head in his hand, and smashed it towards Su Feng viciously.

Seeing this, Su Feng dodged nonchalantly, and at the same time threw out the mourning stick, trying to shatter the necklace made of the skull.

But unexpectedly, it was the mourning stick in his hand that broke in the end!

"This ......"

For a while, Su Feng was stunned in place, unable to calm down for a long time.

Suddenly.

A brilliant sword light flashed, slashing the blue-faced ghost into two pieces.

"Bold and demonic, you still dare to get entangled together to do evil, when I am a vegetarian in the fog hidden door?"

After a loud shout, the ragged young Taoist priest rushed out.

He held a peachwood sword in his hand and blocked it in front of Su Feng.

"Don't hurry up yet!"

After the Taoist priest shouted at Su Feng, he took out a stack of talismans from his arms and threw them directly into the air.

Immediately, the peachwood sword stabbed out like a gale, piercing through all the talismans, all of which were attached to the top of the blade, burning with the wind.

The talisman rippled with a mighty righteous qi and turned into a pale golden light and shadow.

Rumble!

After the loud bang, the hundred ghosts were violently dispersed.

Looking at the life path that appeared in front of him, the Taoist priest urged Su Feng again.

"What are you doing? It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so retreat quickly!"