I saw this fat pig walking out of the coffin, looking at Zhan Jingyi's body with cloudy eyes, sniffing it, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit.

A zombie like Jia Furen can't smell such a fragrance, but he can smell it, for him, the little monk in front of him is just like the legendary Tang monk meat.

In his eyes, this little monk was filled with a faint fragrance from the inside out, like beef soaked in a medicine jar.

This young man, in addition to the aroma of the beef itself, also had a faint aroma of herbs, which made him stick out his tongue and lick two mouthfuls of foam at the corner of his mouth.

"Little monk, you said that his cooking is not as delicious as yours? I don't believe it! ”

Pushing away the big man in front of him, the fat pig who had been possessed by a powerful ghost stepped forward.

"Amitabha, the monks don't speak, you like good ingredients, he just uses steaming, which not only destroys the beauty of this dish, but also destroys the artistic conception that this dish should have."

Zhan Jingyi did not directly refute the fat pig's words, but instead stretched out his hand and pointed to the heads of those people in the steamer and spoke.

The fat pig didn't care, just walked to Zhan Jingyi's side, began to circle around Zhan Jingyi, and from time to time approached Zhan Jingyi to take a sniff, the more he smelled it, the more fragrant he felt, staring at Zhan Jingyi's back, thinking in his heart, where would it be better to take a bite later.

As for what Zhan Jingyi said, he didn't listen to it, whoever cooks the dish is good or not, it is the same for him, and now for him, the young man in front of him seems to be a good dish.

This monk in front of him, with a natural medicinal fragrance in the meat, is mouth-watering, if you take it back, cut off a foot today, eat it alive, think about the taste is also excellent.

When you're hungry next time, you cut off a few fingers, just enough to serve as a plate of snacks.

Thinking of this, I saw that the fat pig's fat face gradually showed a smile.

"Although there is not much meat on the head, it is a pity to throw it away like this, just a big pot, hot pot boiling oil, wrapped in bran sprinkled with a pinch of salt, fried three times in a row, fried the outside to golden brown, sprinkled with a layer of sesame seeds, bite down, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the meat juice inside is fragrant and delicious, your mouth sucks, the taste is ......"

Zhan Jingyi didn't seem to notice anything, and was still describing it vividly, the more the fat pig listened, his brain couldn't help but make up the picture of his brain, and his eyes were waiting for Zhan Jingyi's bare head, and he drooled greedily.

"Okay, well, it just so happens that the king of this is going to hold a feast for his ancestors tomorrow, the little monk...... No, the little master has gone through a hard time, so that I can taste the delicacies of the world you mentioned. ”

The fat pig paid attention to it, wiped the saliva that had overflowed at the corner of his mouth, walked in front of Zhan Jingyi, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to swallow this monk in one bite.

However, in the end, I endured it, and planned to wait for tomorrow to cook a big dish and eat a good meal.

……

"So, thank you for your kindness."

Hearing the words of this fat pig, Zhan Jingyi squinted, folded his hands, and nodded to the fat pig in thanks, even if he couldn't find the fat pig, now that he was in front of him, how could he think of saving it.

Seeing that Zhan Jingyi did not refuse, the smile on the fat pig's face became stronger, and he pointed to the red-faced man who was in charge of the change on the side: "Red-faced ghost, you are responsible for taking care of this little master, and you must not be lazy." ”

The meaning of this possessed fat pig is very clear, of course, it is not really to take good care of it, but to let this red-faced ghost take Zhan Jingyi closely, this is delicious, but you must not run away.

The bare-faced strong man nodded again and again, patted his chest and said that he must take care of Zhan Jingyi inch by inch, which made the fat pig's face raise a happy smile.

Glancing at Zhan Jingyi again, and after swallowing a mouthful of spit, the fat pig lay back in his coffin.

At this moment, Zhan Jingyi's eyes quickly swept in the coffin.

Seeing that the space in this black coffin was very spacious, and Zhan Jingyi also noticed that there were still a lot of things in the coffin, especially a copper mirror and a vermilion dressing box.

"Yo, it seems, it's still a female ghost?"

Zhan Jingyi pondered in his heart, ordinary men will not put these things in funeral goods, it seems that this must be a female ghost.

Just as Zhan Jingyi was thinking, the red-faced ghost stepped forward and said, "This little master, it's not too early, it's time to hit the road!" ”

Although this red-faced ghost said it very politely, this remark always made Zhan Jingyi sound a little piercing.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to take these things with me."

I saw Zhan Jingyi talking, walking into the camp quickly, packing up some scattered things, packing them and taking them away, these things, big bags and small bags, some of them are those who died in the dart master, and some are those of the zombie Jia Furen.

Zhan Jingyi took these things back, and did not put them into his own space, but hung them all on the body of the red-faced ghost, at this point, Zhan Jingyi was not seen at all.

Even Zhan Jingyi himself was carried on the back by this red-faced ghost, only to see the red-faced ghost knock on the gong in his hand, "Bang! Then the red-faced ghost shouted, "Go!" ”

So, the black-faced dolls behind him put the black coffin on top of their heads again, walking and jumping, the bells jingling under their feet, echoing in the mountains and forests.

In the black night, there is silence, a gust of wind blows, there seem to be countless demons and monsters in the darkness, and with the sound of this bell, the more people listen to it, the more they feel panicked behind it.

Along the way, Zhan Jingyi looked back from time to time, looked at the picture depicted on the black coffin, and wondered in his heart how the fat pig was possessed by the ghost, whether the ghost was particularly powerful, or the problem of the fat pig himself.

……

Zhan Jingyi was thinking about it, when he saw that the surrounding grass and trees were gradually blurred, and when Zhan Jingyi came back to his senses, he found that he had already arrived in front of a house.

Taking a closer look, Zhan Jingyi frowned, and the house in front of him turned out to be a dilapidated Yizhuang.

At night, the moonlight is as pale as old paper, coldly spreading to the world, the mountains are undulating, like sleeping beasts, only the low roar of the night wind, shuttling through the forest, setting off a chill that makes people palpitate.

In front of Zhan Jingyi's eyes, a dilapidated Yizhuang stands quietly, the exterior walls of Yizhuang are mottled, the bricks and stones are covered with moss and vines, and in some places the wall skin is peeling, revealing the old wooden beams inside.

The roof tiles are in tatters, and the moonlight shines through the cracks and mottled onto the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The red-faced ghost pushed open the rusty iron door with Zhan Jingyi on his back, creaking, inside the door, in the courtyard, overgrown with weeds, some withered branches scattered all over the ground, and a musty and damp breath came to his face, which made Zhan Jingyi shiver.

Zhan Jingyi got down from the red-faced ghost and saw several rooms in Yizhuang, the beams were covered with cobwebs, and the corners of the walls were covered with thick dust.

Some decaying furniture is scattered and yellowed portraits hang on the walls, and the figures are blurred, but their solemn expressions and ornate costumes are faintly recognizable.

In this silent night, there seemed to be a terrifying atmosphere in the whole Yizhuang, the wind blew in through the broken windows, blowing the broken curtains and hanging paintings, making a strange sound, as if some unspeakable existence was peeking in the dark.

Occasionally, the sound of rats rustling in the corner adds to the terrifying atmosphere.

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