Zhong Yan fell silent.

He didn't rush to the room, but called Song Yuesheng.

"Come here and sit down."

Zhong Yan asked Song Yuesheng to sit on the bench where the two women were sitting together.

Song Yuesheng was puzzled, but she still followed the instructions of the "senior" and sat down directly.

Zhong Yan saw that Song Yuesheng was sitting right between the two women, and the images overlapped, as if she was hugging left and right.

“......”

He had already understood it thoroughly, whispered a few words with Song Yuesheng and Du Ping, and called Ruan Bailu again.

"This kid just said that someone in the room gave him a chicken leg, let's go and see."

Ruan Bailu didn't say anything, only got up and came to Zhong Yan's side.

At this moment, Zhong Yan heard a subtle noise from the kitchen.

Tick –

Tick –

Tick –

It's like the sound of a faucet dripping on the ground when it's not turned off tightly.

But in this era, where does the faucet come from.

At the same time, with this sound, all the "lonely souls and wild ghosts" present looked in the direction of the room.

Their expressions became bitter and struggling, as if they were enduring something, fearing something, and awe.

Zhong Yan clenched his grip on the bright and walked in front of him and came to the room.

There was a lively and busy scene in the room, a butcher was cutting meat, but the shape of the meat was always unsettling, and the other man was stirring the soup in the pot, and the eyes, heart, and intestines were faintly visible.

The walls here are devoid of the melted corpses, and are pale and dull.

Zhong Yan came to the man in charge of the spoon and asked.

"What are you cooking?"

The man only glanced sideways at Zhong Yan, but did not make a sound, but took out the internal organs with a spoon and put them in a bowl on the side.

Zhong Yan reached out to probe the hot bowl, only to feel that his hand seemed to be wet, but there was nothing else.

He leaned closer to his nose and sniffed, then licked his fingers, feeling only the salty taste of his skin.

Suddenly, the corner of Zhong Yan's clothes was pulled by something.

He looked down and saw a little girl of five or six years old standing there, her little white hands grasping the hem of his clothes.

The little girl's eyes were dark and extremely strange, and at the same time, she pointed to the stove in front of Zhong Yan with her other hand, as if she wanted him to see inside.

Zhong Yan's gaze shifted to the stove, only the cauldron that had been carved up had been divided, and only the leftovers were left in the cold cauldron.

He looked at the little girl again, but the other party was nowhere to be seen.

Zhong Yan thought for a moment, and poked into the pot with the hilt of his obscure sword and stirred, as if he had touched something hard.

Zhong Yan saw that a human face was at the bottom of the pot.

Suddenly, the man's face opened his eyes, and the whole person stood up from the pot in an impossible way and threw himself towards Zhong Yan's side.

Zhong Yan quickly moved his body to avoid the figure, only to see that it was extremely fast, and soon passed Zhong Yan and came to the corner as if he was pounced on something.

Zhong Yan saw that the figure was kneeling on the ground, holding the ground with both hands, as if it were ...... It's like you're grabbing someone's neck.

Even though the figure was facing an invisible victim, through the swing of its body, Zhong Yan could still see the struggle of the people under him.

A gust of wind blew, and the figure dissipated.

In the room, the butcher is still chopping meat, and the man has already started to make a pot, and everything seems to have not changed.

Zhong Yan came to the corner where the figure was pinching just now and leaned over to check.

The light of the firewood burning reflected on the ground, and Zhong Yan found that there were some scratches here.

I don't know how much effort it took to leave such a deep trace, even the years can not be erased.

Following these scratches, Zhong Yan saw that there were some gaps in the floor here.

"Gaps?"

Zhong Yan reached inside, and a rotten smell came up, and his fingers groped in it, as if they had touched something soft and slippery.

It's strange that in this ruined inn, what can keep it so soft and slippery all the time?

Zhong Yan's entire palm sank into it, and a chill hit him, and his fingertips seemed to touch something.

Immediately, Zhong Yan withdrew his hand, his hand was stained with some black paint, and between the two fingers, there was a piece of leather.

It wasn't like sheepskin cowhide, at least not the fur of a creature whose body was covered in thick hair.

"There's something here."

Zhong Yan spoke, Ruan Bailu came over, and the two looked at it by the light of the firewood.

This is the script of the Great Departure Dynasty, which is somewhat different from the script of Shenzhou, and Ruan Bailu barely knows some.

But Zhong Yan was able to read it completely.

"...... "Crane Singing Pen Talk"?"

He saw the text at the top.

Continuing to read, Zhong Yan found that the leather seemed to be a spell cast.

Zhong Yan didn't understand these Taoist spells, he just felt that the descriptions in them were a little familiar.

It's just like ...... Aper was the same back then.

"Can you read this?"

Ruan Bailu's voice came, and the voice that was the same as Apo's made Zhong Yan a little dazed.

He thought for a moment and explained.

"I once learned some Taixu words at home, which recorded a way of arranging and operating a spell, which requires the purest hope of the sacrifice as nourishment, brewing the deepest despair, so as to refine the elixir and take it, and then you can live forever."

Hearing Zhong Yan's words, Ruan Bailu's expression changed slightly, although she had never heard of similar methods before, but she didn't know how, listening to Zhong Yan's description, she had a feeling of tightness in her chest.

Obviously, I should have become accustomed to such cruel methods.

"This leather...... It's human skin! ”

Ruan Bailu focused on the leather on Zhong Yan's hand and said suddenly.

Zhong Yan felt a cold in his hand, and subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but in the end he still held the leather steady.

In this world, this kind of thing should be seen often in the future.

"How did you find it?"

Ruan Bailu asked suspiciously.

Zhong Yan recounted what he had just seen.

"The exercises you have condensed, or this obscure sword, may be related to this era, so you can see those strange things."

Ruan Bailu guessed.

Tick –

Just as she finished speaking, the sound of water droplets sounded again.

This time, it's clear.

Tick –

Tick –

Tick –

Even the source of the sound is clear.

On the top of the head.

Zhong Yan and Ruan Bailu slowly raised their heads.

On the mottled ceiling, a little bit of blood was dripping from the bottom up, forming pools of blood flowers.

The blood seemed to drip from a crack in the ground, and Zhong Yan saw that the hole was like a wound, full of hideous wriggling flesh.

"Ahh

A scream came from the hall.

The two of them immediately got up and hurried here.

In the flickering candlelight, I saw the maid holding her head with both hands, her bloodshot eyes widening, and her throat making a hoarse sound.

"It's him, it's him, he eats everyone!"

The woman stared at the child in the corner, and she cried out hysterically.

"Him?"

Zhao Wenqian stared at the overwhelmed child and suddenly came back to his senses.

"He's a demon?"

"Don't come, don't come!"

The servant girl was terrified, and then cried out.

"He's a Crane Singing Daoist, he's a Crane Ming Daoist!!"

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