"Dead, like, dead!"

Ye Qingmo raised his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief, the old man just now was weird, his body seemed to be full of corpse oil, and he had the innate ability to condense and regenerate infinitely, if he couldn't completely annihilate it with one blow, then no matter how many times he smashed the other party's body, it was estimated that the other party would be able to condense and be reborn.

This kind of weirdness is the most troublesome and terrifying.

And with his fist strength, from the outside to the inside, the fist strength is scattered, and it is not necessarily possible to annihilate it with one blow, only from the inside out, the fist strength is condensed, and the strength is gathered in one, it is possible.

Therefore, he used to fist the spring rain, and the spring rain lasted for thousands of years, from the inside out, and annihilated it with one punch.

"Ah...... It's terrible, it's terrible, the master is dead, the master is dead!"

"Dead, dead, the master was killed by this human, what to do, what to do?"

"Run, Run......"

"But we don't have feet, we can't run fast, what should we do?"

"Hurry up, hurry, hurry, he looks at us, he came over, it's over, it's over, it's going to die, it's going to die......"

Seeing the old man dead, the iron pot, the stove, the rice jar and other strange monsters were suddenly horrified, and there were many discussions.

"Don't be afraid, he may not have found out about us yet, after all, we are so well hidden. ”

Suddenly, the tan, who was leaning against the corner, spoke: "In this way, flour, when the man comes near, you will blind him, and you will take the opportunity to slip under his feet and slip on him." ”

"Then, we took the opportunity to rush up, you hit his head with a rolling pin, you cut his neck with a kitchen knife, you smashed his leg with a rice jar, you splashed him with boiling water in an iron pot, and you burned him with fire in the stove, and we gave him a ...... of ice and fire."

Ye Qing: "......"

Is this a bunch of teasers?

In front of me, how can a loud conspiracy plot to kill me, are you floating, or am I unable to hold a knife?

However, Ye Qing did not startle the snake, but walked slowly towards the other party according to those strange expectations, and when he walked to the stall one meter away, he suddenly closed his eyes, and at the same time, a large piece of flour was sprinkled towards him, and on the ground, rice grains jumped and rolled to his feet, trying to slip him.

"Brothers, go on, get him ......"

At the moment when they were shrouded in flour, rolling pins, rice bowls, kitchen knives, etc., shouted slogans, and rushed up like social people.

"Huh...... The corners of Ye Qing's mouth were raised, and as soon as his mind moved, a layer of Gang Qi gushed out, protecting his body, and those flours were directly blocked by Gang Qi, and then he used a slight force under his feet, and the rice grains that rolled to his feet were trampled into the ground.

Then, Ye Qing was not in a hurry, reached out and grabbed it, and the rolling pin that was about to give him a stuffy stick was directly grabbed by him.

Then, Ye Qing raised the rolling pin and knocked it out horizontally, just smashing it on the kitchen knife on the front bar, and the kitchen knife was directly smashed and flew out.

At the moment when the kitchen knife was smashed away, the rolling pin in Ye Qing's hand was picked out, and in the process of picking, a large vat happened to hit the rolling pin.

So, the rice jar that was about to sneak attack Ye Qing's plate was picked up.

Then, Ye Qing knocked a rolling pin on the rice bowl, and the rice bowl flew out with a spin, just hitting the water splashed by the iron pot and the fire spewed out by the stove, enjoying the extreme ice and fire.

"Oh, my mother......"

"It hurts me......"

"Iron pot, stove, what are you doing, do you want our old life?"

"Mi Tank, you are a fool, who let you stand in front of us, don't splash you!"

......

Taking advantage of the strange chaos such as iron pots and stoves, Ye Qing took a deep breath, took two steps forward, walked like a rushing stream, and punched out.

"Cloud Steaming Osawa Style"

The fierce foehn wind shook the sky.

Under the foehn wind, those noisy monsters were engulfed by the foehn before they could react.

"Wow wow...... I'm on fire, I'm on fire, iron pot, splash me with water......"

"Splash you, splash water, where do I have water now, I am all red and haven't I seen it?"

"Alas, are you arguing with a fart, are you miserable? You are miserable as me, I have a stove, but it was actually melted by the fire, who will believe it?"

"Ahhh......h

In the foehn wind, those strange monsters continued to compare and shout with each other before they died, and gradually their voices became lower and lower, and finally they were completely silent.

"It's interesting, but unfortunately, I've been short of dragon snake runes lately. ”

Ye Qing retracted his fist and shook his wrist, these monsters are all powerful-level monsters, in the past, these powerful-level monsters were enough for him to drink a pot, but now, it's just a group of leeks, and it's a punch.

"Uh...... I'm so dizzy, I feel like I've been shaken more than a dozen times, brothers, has our plan succeeded? Is it over?" At this time, the rolling pin on Ye Qing's left hand woke up slowly, and he didn't hear anyone talking, so he asked innocently.

"It's over!" Ye Qing lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"Well, huh, what's wrong with ......the voice? You're not dead......" Suddenly, the rolling pin realized that something was wrong and immediately struggled.

But he was greeted by a raging fire, and under the ghostly fire, the rolling pin was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Now, it's really over. ”

Ye Qing clapped his hands and was about to leave, but the moment his hands touched, he suddenly felt a slippery feeling, as if his palms were stained with oil.

Ye Qing subconsciously looked down, only to see that at some point, there was an extra layer of fishy butter on his hands.

In other words, not only on his hands, but also on his face, arms, legs and other parts of his body, there is an extra layer of oil.

"These are...... Corpse oil?!"

Ye Qing was shocked, these fishy yellow oil stains, you don't need to look at them, they are corpse oil, they are the corpse oil on the dead old man, they are exactly the same.

"And this corpse oil is still flowing out of my body, how can it be?"

Ye Qing rubbed the corpse oil on his arm with his hand, and when he rubbed the corpse oil off his arm, new corpse oil oozed from his pores, as if his body was full of corpse oil.

"What's going on? When, exactly?"

Ye Qing was puzzled, he didn't understand when he made the move, obviously he didn't come into contact with the corpse oil in the process of fighting the old man, so how did this corpse oil get into his body?

"Could it be...... These fogs?" Suddenly, Ye Qing's gaze swept around, only to see that the air around him was filled with a burst of yellow smoke, which was the mist after he smashed the old man with a punch and evaporated.

Could it be that those mist entered his body through breathing, causing corpse oil to appear in his body?!

Quite possibly.

As his thoughts turned, Ye Qing suddenly found that the three guests who had been immersed in eating had also experienced a similar situation.

To be precise, it was more serious than him, and I saw that the three of them were like melting candles, large pieces of corpse oil dripping from their bodies, and a thick pool of corpse oil had gathered on the table and on the ground.

However, as if they didn't realize it, the three of them still bowed their heads and ate their meals, bringing the food mixed with corpse oil into their mouths, chewing and enjoying their faces.

If before, this kind of enjoyment still gave people a sense of harmony and warmth, then now, only horror and disgusting remain.

"Could it be that the old man is not dead?"

Ye Qing suddenly thought of a possibility, and when his mind turned, he would use the Foehn Gang Qi to burn the corpse oil in his body.

But the moment the Gang Qi was transported, Ye Qing felt a period of stagnation, the meridians and acupoints seemed to be blocked, and the carrying speed of the Gang Qi was extremely slow.

Ye Qing's face changed abruptly.

At this moment, the corpse oil on the scholar's man squirmed strangely and gathered into a ball on the scholar's shoulder.

"Smack"

The next moment, the mass of corpse oil broke, and a head protruded from it, and it was the dead old man.

After the old man's head came out, he turned around, then stared at Ye Qing and opened his mouth:

"Food is the most beautiful thing in the world, why don't you eat it?"

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Why don't you eat it?"

With the strange voice of the old man, more corpse oil poured out of the scholars, men and women, flowing to the ground, and then rushing towards Ye Qing in unison.

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and planned to retreat, but at this moment, the corpse oil on his body also seemed to be stimulated, and it was quickly secreted.

And his body began to be out of his control, or his body's reaction was a beat slower than his consciousness, and by the time he took a step, the corpse oil had already reached his feet.

The next moment, the corpse oil spread rapidly upwards along his feet, and those corpse oils contained terrifying power, imprisoning him in place, unable to move, and in the blink of an eye, it covered his whole body.

Even so, the corpse oil on the ground was still flowing and gushing up, and the internal organs and flesh and blood in the three human bodies seemed to have all been melted by the corpse oil, and the corpse oil continued to seep outward, and as the corpse oil continued to seep out, the three people slowly dried up, and finally only a human skin was left, which fell to the ground.

The corpse oil was surging, like a terrifying mountain, suppressing Ye Qing to death.

"Bang ......"

Then, the corpse oil surged and cracked, and three heads appeared on Ye Qing's shoulders and chest respectively, all of which were the faces of the old man.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Why don't you eat it?"

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat you?"

Three heads, grinning, stared at him and spat out three sentences each.

"Poof......

Ye Qing opened his mouth, and a flash of thunder light flew out of his mouth, and the fierce thunder light washed away the corpse oil that was sticking to his face.

"I don't eat it because the stuff you make is so disgusting. ”

Such disgusting things, still make people eat, don't you feel a little forced to count?

Ye Qing's body trembled slightly, his flesh and blood squirmed, his muscles and bones roared together, the power of the dragon elephant exploded, and in the roar, the thick corpse oil covering his body exploded.

But those corpse oils, after they exploded, quickly converged in the air, forming a large pool of corpse oil, fishy yellow and viscous, changing endlessly in the air, weirdly twisted, and full of evil.

Then, the corpse oil unfolded like a curtain, enveloping Ye Qing from all directions, as if it wanted to wrap him inside.

In the face of the pouring corpse oil, a gong appeared in Ye Qing's left hand, and a drumstick in his right hand.

"Dementor Gong"

Immediately, Ye Qing raised his head, grinned, and the drumstick in his hand slammed on the gong.