"This big brother, dare to ask where this place is?"

said that not long after the father and son sat down, the man by the bonfire opened his mouth in a deep voice, with a strange penetrating power.

The woodcutter was nearly forty years old, but his temples were gray, his hands were covered with hard black calluses, his coarse cloth clothes were mostly sewn and patched, his complexion was dark, and his body was lean.

Seeing someone asking, the woodcutter wrung the rain on his body, but before he could reply, the young man holding the sour date had poked his head out and said curiously: "This mountain is Kaifeng, but you don't know?"

"Kaifeng?"

The man lowered his chin, lowered his eyes, and whispered, but then he said again: "This rain is coming suddenly, and I can't stop for a while, why don't you two come to this bonfire and bake it!"

"In that case, thank you very much!"

The woodcutter thanked him honestly, and immediately led his son to sit by the campfire.

"Little brother is new here?"

It was raining heavily outside the temple, but it was quiet inside the temple, looking at the sneering and jumping flames, the woodcutter rubbed his hands and looked for the conversation.

"yes!"

The man laughed.

At this time, there were suddenly a few more footsteps on the mountain path, which came in a hurry and a little erratically.

The father and son beside the fire heard the sound and looked at it, and they heard the footsteps approaching, and outside the temple, they suddenly saw three people running in from the mountain fog.

But there was a man and two women.

The man was soothing, his appearance was dignified, and his body was dressed as a scholar, with a green robe and a Confucian shirt, a free scarf tied on his head, and a paper umbrella in his hand, most of his body was wet, and he was quite embarrassed.

As for the two women, just by looking at the costumes, you can guess the identities of the two, one tall and one short, the tall one looks like a double ten, the green skirt and green clothes, the green silk is lightly pulled, the appearance is beautiful and pretty, the short one is a girl, the maid is dressed, the cheeks are slightly round, the eyes are big, the two estimate that it is a young lady of a certain family.

Seeing that there were people in the temple, the scholar arched his hand.

"I've seen you!"

"Xiucai is polite!"

The woodcutter greeted with a smile.

Besides, this small temple is already cramped and cramped, but it seems a little crowded now.

"Haha, that's the case, then it bother!"

The scholar wiped the rain from his body, and immediately led the maid and the two to come over, and at the same time turned his head to the maid and ordered, "Take out the wine and food you brought!"

It turned out that this maid was still carrying a delicate vermilion lacquer food box in her hand, and when she heard the words, she had opened the food box, and a smell of wine spread out.

The scholar didn't pay attention to it, sat on the ground, and said: "Today I want to go to the mountain to enjoy the scenery, I don't want the sky to be beautiful, but the wine and food brought here have not yet been chopsticks, if you don't dislike it, and drink with Xiaosheng?"

The father and son on the side had never seen such delicacies, coupled with a rush in the wind and rain, they were already hungry, smelling the aroma of wine and coriander, and immediately felt that their tongues were full of relish, and their index fingers moved, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva secretly, and then waited for the maid to hand over the dishes and chopsticks, but the two of them could no longer bear the appetite.

"Why doesn't this brother eat it? Could it be that he doesn't look down on Xiaosheng's thin wine and side dishes?"

The scholar smiled and looked at the man in the corner.

The man raised his eyes slightly, looked at the delicious food on the plate, and said with a mouth that was not salty or light: "If it is a thin wine and side dishes, it is fine, but you have a whole table of stomach, heart and lungs, and Lao Tzu did not spit it out, which is enough to give you face!"

The scholar let out an "oh".

"What do you mean by this?"

The man lifted his whole face now, looked at the father and son who were feasting, hissing and chewing soundly, and then looked at the three people sitting around on the side, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"It's unlucky to be able to run into this even if you hide from the rain!"

But who is this man?

Who can he be besides Su Hongxin?

He pursed his lips, and his figure did not move, but in the firelight, the shadow cast on the wall was madly twisted, like a raging fire.

"Roar!"

Listening to a tiger roar again, in the shadow on the wall, a beast shadow suddenly flashed, black gas rolling, it was already condensed and transformed beside Su Hongxin, but in the blink of an eye, a hideous beast had appeared in the temple, the black gas was rising like flames, and a pair of cruel beast pupils were looming in the black gas.

As soon as this beast came out, a tragic and ferocious evil aura spread out in an instant, and for a while, the snakes, insects, rats and ants within a radius of 100 meters all fled in all directions as if they were crazy.

The five people beside the fire, whether it was the father and son, or the man and the woman, suddenly did not move, their expressions froze, as if they had become a mask, and the wood was strange, only a pair of eyes kept turning rapidly, as if they had seen something quite unexpected.

"Is this, Biao?"

The pretty-looking young lady spoke, but as soon as she spoke, her voice was as hoarse as that of a night owl, as piercing as a piece of iron scraping over a stone.

And her whole face began to bulge and swell, and her graceful figure was getting taller and bigger, and her face was suddenly distorted and grotesque, like a dough that had been pulled.

Su Hongxin sat on the ground and watched with interest.

Not only this young lady, but also the scholar and the maid, as well as the father and son, they are all changing now, all of them are inflated, and they have become like trolls.

As her clothes peeled off, the young lady was the first to quack, and her mouth grew bigger and bigger, the corners of her mouth almost reaching the root of her ears, as large as if she could swallow the open mouth of a watermelon, revealing two rows of sharp jagged fangs.

Then he raised his delicate and white hands, grabbed the back of his head, and then pulled them to both sides, Su Hongxin saw that the woman had torn off her skin entirely.

"Bang Bang!"

Su Hongxin seemed to see something interesting, applauded and smiled: "I understand, it turns out that you can do tricks!"

The woman's skin had been completely peeled off, and in his place was a monster with a head as big as a bucket and eyes like a brass bell, this monster was eight feet tall, covered with long blue and black hair, and had a single horn on its forehead, and its hands were covered with green scales, sharp claws like knives, and its arms were strangely long, and its mouth was stinking.

"Mandrills?"

Su Hongxin pursed his lips.

He swept away the other four, all without exception, all of them were the same as this woman, but they were big and small.

Looking at the side dishes on the ground, good guys, in the blink of an eye, all of them have turned into plates of fishy flesh and blood, stomach, heart, lungs, internal organs, and blood.

Su Hongxin looked expressionless, stretched out his hand and flicked the pieces of flesh and blood, found a small jar of wine from the food box, and when he opened the mud seal and smelled the aroma of wine inside, he smiled and said: "A few mountain spirits and wild monsters dare to occupy the magpie's nest, and they want to enjoy the incense in the world, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive!"

Drinking wine, Su Hongxin didn't have the slightest intention of getting up.

"Slaughter them all!"