"In the middle of July, open the ghost door, open the ghost door, and come out of the ghost."

"The ghost is bitter, selling tofu, and the tofu is rotten."

Chen's Tofu Workshop is located 500 meters west of the Beili River.

Through the account book of the restaurant, Li Mo can actually get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg when the world changes drastically, and the two shops have cooperated a lot before Yihai.

Chen's Tofu Workshop is a century-old shop, and its reputation among the villagers has always been good.

Especially the brine tofu in the town store, the four generations of grandparents are very good, and even tourists come from thousands of miles to taste the taste.

Until the year of Yihai.

Chen's Tofu Shop suddenly closed for some reason.

Li Mo saw in a volume of [Notes in the Wing Room] in the restaurant, which seemed to be a comment from the family members of the restaurant on Chen's Tofu Workshop.

"The brine tofu is getting worse day by day, and it is getting more and more fishy."

Fishy?

Why do vegetarian foods stink when they are called fishy?

Li Mo and the others didn't dare to slack off, and after closing the restaurant, they rushed to Chen's Tofu Factory, which was in a remote street corner.

"Hehe, junior brother, I thought I had chosen a treasure land, and I haven't suffered a disaster for so long."

The people of the Karma Zhuo Dao carried the intestines, and the coffin also made enough necessary measures, sealing the gap with a special material spirit rune.

"Tofu is a special ingredient among the people."

Li Mo was too lazy to deal with the people of the industry, and looked at the shop in front of him, but there was no situation where the noodle shop was directly pulled into Tongjian.

"The sword ghost inside should just show signs of getting out, you and I will first take a look around the store to see if there are any strange places."

"Okay."

The people of the Karma Dao nodded in agreement, one to the left and the other to the right.

Li Mo walked along the road, caressing the wall, and his fingertips could feel a slight wetness, which showed that he was not far from the sword ghost riot.

He is interested in the clues of the drastic changes in the world hidden in each store, so it is inevitable that he will observe it very carefully.

Within the scope of the courtyard, ninety percent of the divine consciousness that had been suppressed by the Heavenly Sword Gate Mountain Protection Array was now difficult to even release outside.

Chen's Tofu Workshop only covers an area of about ten meters, and the two quickly converged at the back door.

The gate of the courtyard is hidden, and the pomegranate trees have sprouted and borne fruit, the well is covered with stone slabs, and you can see the wooden frame for drying soy products, and a neatly arranged mouth tank.

The two nodded.

Li Mo walked into the courtyard, and the people of the Karma Dao arranged the magic circle outside.

They belong to the two extremes, Li Mo is proficient in everything, and the people of the Karma Dao are rough and can barely take it.

"If you can find the trick device, you should be able to touch the melon."

Li Mo doesn't plan to use the rattle to enter the bronze sword easily, every trick is precious, let's exchange the dragon ball first.

He looked around the courtyard and looked at the unremarkable water tank.

Each bowl is sealed with rice flour mixed with sesame oil, and the body of the tank is affixed with slightly whitened paper with handwriting representing each year.

From the Year of the Rat to the Year of the Pig.

A total of 12 cylinders.

Li Mo opened the water tank of Gengzi Year, and a smell of spices came to his face, but the tank was already full of mold, and only some rot remained.

"Brine?"

Li Mo also had memories of two lifetimes, and immediately realized the usefulness of the water tank.

Obviously, the shopkeeper sealed the spices of the annual brine recipe in the water tank, and added inferior anti-corrosion spiritual materials.

Open a vat a year to make sure that your recipe is not lost.

For ordinary shops, it is a more conventional means, and even a few more types of spices will be added to ensure that it is difficult for outsiders to imitate.

Li Mo kept opening the water tank, removing the different degrees of decay, and the spices were almost the same.

"The taboo of the Night Wandering God is indeed terrifying, and it can condense an ancient town with a hundred percent similarity."

When there was only one water tank left, the people of the Karma Dao had just finished arranging.

"What did Senior Brother discover?"

"Don't worry, after all, we're going to cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

When the rest of the sword cultivators dealt with the riots of the sword ghosts, most of them destroyed the trickery and let the sword ghosts return to the deep bronze jian.

I have to deal with the sword ghost.

Li Mo patted the water tank, relying on the Cave God Eye, he could only see a rough idea.

As soon as the sealing mud was removed, there were still spices in the tank.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, "Looking at the old handwriting, compared with the years and months of the notes in the wing, there may have been a problem with Chen's Tofu Workshop at that time." ”

"Something is wrong."

"Could it be that the recipe hasn't changed, but the taste of people who eat brine tofu has changed, and they will think that the taste of tofu is getting more and more fishy?"

Li Mo took out the phantom fish sword and came to the back room of Chen's Tofu Workshop.

The people of the Karma Dao were a little nervous, and they were always communicating with the black coffin, and through the reactions of the Baishuo Daoists, they were determined whether they were in the bronze jian.

The back room is littered with miscellaneous items, all of which are all kinds of utensils for making soy products.

There are also a few ducks hanging by the window.

The things in the store are not deliberately taken away, and it seems that they will always remain the same.

"Don't touch anything, I've found the trick device."

"So ?!! so fast"

The people of Ye Zhuo Dao were surprised, the rattle of the noodle shop was constantly moving, and there was nothing unusual in Chen's Tofu Workshop now.

Li Mo lifted the thirteenth water tank hidden from the bottom of the board.

"Quick fix."

"Huh?"

The people of the Karma Dao were stunned for a moment, Li Mo had already used his sword qi to break through the sealing mud, and then the smell of fishy and unpleasant smells permeated.

The water tank was filled with flesh and bones, and there was a layer of grease floating on the surface of the blood, and the scattered spices mixed in it were extremely abrupt.

The familiar sound of running water was heard, and the air became humid and cold.

There has been a drastic change in the back room, and it is already a layer of copper.

The duck is turned into a complete set of ribs, the soybeans in the basket are a large number of human eyes, and the broken organs are scattered on the ground at will.

Li Mo's afterglow looked at the top of his head, and it was another hanging rope.

All the sword ghosts on the banks of the Beili River have the same characteristics [hanging], and the source should be the Luanchuan in the restaurant.

"It's not on the first floor of Tongjian, it's interesting, the sword ghost seems to be avoiding us."

"There are taboo ......"

The Karma Burning Daoist gasped, and suddenly realized that his own flesh and blood were alienating, and the fat turned into crystal clear tofu.

Li Mo stabbed the Phantom Fish Sword hard, and the tofu workshop fell into a faint flame.

"Its taboo doesn't threaten me, but I have to hurry, or it may escape deeper into the Bronze Sword."

He has the spiritual power of the Great Sun to protect himself, and the taboo of the sword ghost has caused serious alienation, but the big cancer will inevitably have to fight against the erosion of the taboo.

In the long run, the two are likely to be trapped in Chen's Tofu Workshop.

"Can't ink anymore, karma, you're going to ban the sword ghost, I'll go to the second floor, if you don't come back after ten breaths, the sun sword intent will destroy the entire shop with trickery tools."

As Li Mo spoke, the flames emptied the filth in the water tank, and then drilled into it.

It disappeared in an instant.

"It's really evil, all sword ghosts are attached to Tongjian, and when dealing with disasters, they must be implicated in the taboo of the Night Wandering God."

The Karma Daoist infuses spiritual power into the blood and hides the soul, and the intestines cover the corners of the inner room.

"Ahem, ahem."

He coughed violently, spitting out a square-shaped piece of oil in his throat, almost exactly like tofu, disgusting.

Bang.

The tofu workshop was shocked, and there were many narrow sword marks on the wall.

Li Mo's actions on the second floor of Tongjian affected the first floor in disguise, and there were spiderweb-like cracks spreading on the ground around the store.

The movement intensified.

The people of the Karma Dao noticed that there were not a few eyes peeping in secret, although they could not fall into the well, but they could figure out the truth and the truth.

Just after ten breaths, the water tank overflowed with blood again.

There are a few pieces of brine tofu floating.

At the same time as Li Mo's figure was revealed, the blood hidden soul shrank to the center, and the sword ghost penetrated by the phantom fish sword was sealed in the gourd magic weapon.

"Solved."

The appearance of the sword ghost is a middle-aged man with a big belly, with skin peeled off all over his body, revealing the oil of white flowers, but judging from his clothing, he was probably just a mortal shopkeeper of the tofu workshop before his death.

"It is worthy of being a master whose physical body is comparable to physical cultivation......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Mo looking out the window with a frown.

On the street on the first floor of Tongjian, there are figures wearing shrouds, all of which are in the shape of human pigs' heads, and there are rope strangulation marks on their necks.

There are voices talking to themselves.

"Ou is full of camps, dirty and evil cars, grains are ripe, and the family is full of ......"

After the pig-headed man found Li Mo and the others, his head stayed in place, and he was gradually lifted up by a thin long rope.

The headless body rushed wildly.

"!!"

The scalp of the karma burning Daoist was numb, and the phantom fish sword in Li Mo's hand was unsheathed.

Click.

The tofu shop is divided into two.

Li Mo and the others had returned to the present world, the incision of the shop was extremely smooth, and the sun sword qi was spreading out in a bright form.

The karmic Daoist gasped.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Li Mo drove the sword intent more and more like an arm.

There are at least nearly 10,000 wisps of sword qi all over the body, but they can all be maintained in the courtyard.

Ordinary sword cultivation and refinement of sword intent are completely counted in a hundred years, but Li Mo's progress is visible to the naked eye, and it will be another thousand years.

The Phantom of the Ghost Tiger swallows the water tank.

Li Mo didn't pay attention to the world, and walked towards the restaurant.

His mind was still on the clues he learned on the second floor of Tongjian, and the sword ghost in the tofu workshop actually retained his shallow sanity.

Even if it's just repeating the same words, it's a lot of information.

Li Mo walked along the road, and glanced at the [Majia Boiled Pot] directly opposite Chen's Tofu Workshop, and there was a withered banyan tree in the closed courtyard.

On the eve of the upheaval of heaven and earth, many strange things happened in the town.

It has affected the town invisibly, and it seems that nothing has changed, and the beginning of the disaster has been buried in every corner of the world.

For Chen Sannian of the Tofu Workshop, there is only one thing worth caring about.

The home's brine tofu has become as fishy as swill eaten by livestock, and even if you check the recipe repeatedly, you can't change the taste.

As a result, the Ma family stew in front of the door wafted a burst of aroma, attracting countless passers-by to stop.

Chen Sansan is really unwilling, the century-old signboard cannot be destroyed in his own hands, everything must be done by Ma Qing.

He sneaked into the back kitchen of Ma's stew in the middle of the night and stole the recipe that made his business prosperous.

Boil for ten days.

The taste came back, but Chen couldn't find his wife and children at home for three years.

He filled the water tank in despair, sealed it and hanged himself in the back room.

I don't understand why my own brine stinks until I die.

What the hell is going on?

(End of chapter)