"Please!"

Yegongzi's expression was solemn, his dark eyes, and his evil face were full of excitement when he saw the hunting heart.

Ning Feng shook his head and smiled, feeling that he and Yegongzi were like two big green-backed crickets that were about to step into the cricket jar.

What's even funnier is that the cricket jar was made by one of the crickets, and it's excited to step into the cricket jar, what is it called?

The other people present didn't have as many thoughts as Ning Feng, the fierce ghost king got up from his seat, the white old devil stood with his hands tied, and the ghosts left both sides of the table.

all, the expression is solemn.

The stage, the yin house, and the ghost domain of the heavy building all look hazy with the actions of the fierce ghost king, as if from the sun, sinking into the underworld.

Only the door of Yin Yang Town that was exposed after the Fierce Ghost King gave way became clearer and clearer, like a real door opening in the cave, and Ning Feng could even smell the smell coming from the other side.

At this point, a single qiē word is superfluous.

Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi glanced at each other, and walked towards Yin Yang Town step by step.

"Hmm. ”

The moment he stepped in, Ning Feng snorted, and a cold feeling slid across his skin, as if he had stepped into water.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the night boy took a deep breath and followed him without hesitation, stepping into it.

"Here we go. ”

"Yin Yang Town, I'm here. ”

Ning Fenggang said this to himself in his heart, and the cold feeling that slid through his skin disappeared, as if he had passed by a thicker stream of water

membrane, as soon as it is pierced.

"Cold!"

He subconsciously tightened his clothes and appeared at the same time. I don't know when. He actually closed his eyes.

"It's a weird feeling. ”

Ning Feng opened his eyes. Finally saw the place that made him feel cold.

At night, there were no stars and moons, and there was a cold wind, blowing in gusts.

In front of it was a looming town, shrouded in thick fog, and only red dots could be faintly seen, as if a person was carrying a lantern at night.

"That doesn't seem right. ”

Ning Feng subconsciously tightened his clothes again, this time it was not cold. It's a frenzy.

This place, no matter where it is, makes him feel mad, and it comes out of his bones.

As far as the eye could see, in all directions, there was chaos, as if the place where the town was, and the outside of the town under his feet, was the only real existence in this chaotic void.

Take a step out and you'll be torn to pieces by the chaotic currents; It's foggy again, and it's hard to see.

"Where's Seven Nights?"

Ning Feng looked left and right strangely, but he didn't see the Demon Sect Seven Nights who walked into Yin Yang Town with him.

"No matter. Let's go over and have a look. ”

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders, he had no other choice now, tightened his clothes again, and walked in the direction of the town where the red light of the lantern was flashing.

By this time, he had already understood that the "cold" he felt was not the cold of the cold, but more likely the cold of the cold.

Yin and Yang Town, too cold.

As Ning Feng heard the hundredth of his footsteps ringing in his ears, he suddenly stopped, and his face was shocked: "Isn't it......"

The town of Yin and Yang in front of him was still shrouded in mist, but some things could already be seen clearly.

Of these, the clearest are both.

One is a one-person high and low stone tablet under his feet, which is old and dilapidated, but the three big characters on it are as red as blood: Yin Yang Town!

One is not far away, and from a distance, it seems that the red light emitted by night walkers carrying lanterns is emitted.

The lantern is indeed a lantern, but the person who carries the lantern is not visible.

Looking at those lanterns, Ning Feng's gaze instantly straightened.

It was the size of an ordinary lantern, with a pole behind it like a monkey's tail, and the light was dim under the thick paper. These are nothing, and the worst thing is that these lanterns are clearly floating in the air by themselves, flying in the direction of the town.

The lantern was painted with a human face, with crooked eyes, the corners of the mouth cracked like a smile, and the top was still covered with scattered silk.

"Head Lantern ......"

Ning Feng chuckled in his heart, and these four words appeared.

In fact, except for the flying silk, there is nothing that can be associated with the word "human head", but watching these lanterns fluttering towards the town, he can't help but think of this piece.

"Damn ......"

Ning Feng instinctively slipped towards the corner of the wall, God knows what will happen if he blocks the lantern road of these people's heads, will the painted mouth open and gnaw over with a snort?

He didn't want to know at all.

As those human head lanterns flew towards the inside of Yin Yang Town, as long as they were closer to Ning Feng, they would turn their direction and face him with the painted human face and facial features, as if they were looking at this stranger curiously.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng suddenly let out a shocked voice.

He looked in the direction of the root of the wall, and saw that at the corner of the outer wall of the town, on the way to enter Yin Yang Town, there was a situation that surprised him.

With the psychological preparation of Yin Yang Town, the baptism of the human head lantern, originally Ning Feng would not feel strange when he saw something abnormal, at least the reaction would not be so big.

There are exceptions to the immediate situation.

It's not that it's too abnormal, it's too normal.

In the corner of the town, dozens of zhang away from Ning Feng, there was a dim light, accompanied by the warmth of the melting fire.

Under the light and fire, there was an old man, hunched over, busy.

The old man had a burden in front of him, a stove, and he was adding something to the boiling pot. There are a number of tables, chairs, and benches near his left, which look no different from the ordinary burdens of the mortal world that sell snacks and food.

Ning Feng groaned and walked forward, the direction he was moving in was exactly where the old man was.

"When things go unusual, there must be demons. ”

"In this Yin Yang Town, which is not normal anywhere, such a normal scene is the biggest abnormality. ”

"It's better to go over for a while. ”

Ning Feng thought in his heart, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked in front of the burden.

"Wow~"

As he stopped, he heard the sound of rhythmic footsteps coming from the darkness at the other end.

Ning Feng didn't look back. Suddenly, a sentence flicked in that direction: "You're here." ”

"You're not here too. Brother Ning. ”

At the same time as the voice came. A figure that was not as handsome as a man stepped out of the darkness, and it was the Seven Nights of the Demon Sect that had entered with Ning Feng and disappeared.

Ning Feng was silent and didn't answer, but his mind was spinning in the air: "Seven nights came in with me, but they never appeared in the same place, it seems that it should be the mystery of Yin Yang Town itself." ”

"We entered Yin Yang Town in different places, and now we have come to this burden in almost no order, and it seems that it is important. It's more than I guess. ”

Ning Feng looked at the old man with great interest, who obviously didn't have a single guest, but was always busy.

The old man's beard was white, his clothes were covered with patches, and his hands were full of cracks and wounds, showing the hardships of life.

After the conversation between Ning Feng and Qiye ended, as if the two of them had just arrived, he raised his head and asked in a slow voice, "Two guest officers, do you want a bowl of wonton noodles?"

Ning Feng Huo Di raised his head suddenly, and only then did he appear on the edge of the burden and the simple stove. There was a flag planted there, and it was written in black letters on a white background: Wonton noodles.

"Huh. Did I just not have zài, or did I carelessly not see it?"

This question, no matter how much Ning Feng searched the dry intestines, he never found an answer.

"Just ravioli, no noodles. ”

Ning Feng responded according to his own habits.

Coincidentally, the Demon Sect Qiye also spoke: "As long as noodles, don't make wontons."

The voices of the two overlapped and they subconsciously glanced at each other, and both of them had a strange look on their faces.

"It's a bit of a coincidence......

"It's a pity that he's not a woman, otherwise it's just right for everyone to share a bowl. ”

When this thought flashed out, Ning Feng shivered to himself, and hurriedly comforted himself that it must be because of the cold erosion in Yin and Yang Town, and his brain didn't listen to it.

What's interesting is that the Demon Sect also shivered coldly in the seventh night, which made Ning Feng very curious about what he thought of?

After getting the answers of the two, the old man with a blank face and mechanical movements, began to cook a bowl of wontons and a bowl of noodles.

It's boring to wait, plus Ning Feng's gaze before really made Qiye's whole person feel bad, he glanced at the wontons, and suddenly sneered:

"Brother Ning, I don't know if you've thought about a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"In this Yin-Yang Town, where does the pork come from, and what is the filling in the wontons?"

After Qiye said this, his eyes were fixed on Ning Feng's face, as if he was very interested in his reaction.

Ning Feng did chuckle in his heart, as if it made sense.

What's in wonton stuffing?

Before he could eat anything, Ning Feng felt that there was sour water bubbling out, rubbing against the ground, and he couldn't hold it down.

He hurriedly took a deep breath, turned his head, and saw that Ye Gongzi had bad intentions, his brain turned, and he immediately counterattacked: "Ye Gongzi, I don't know if you have thought about a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"In this Yinyang Town, where does the rice and noodles come from, and what are the materials of the noodles?"

Ning Feng felt that he was really a bad person, and when he spoke, he was extremely suggestive, his gaze drifting with the lantern of a human head with a loose head.

The silk of the human head lantern is like a waterfall, shaking and dangling.

It looks like black dragon whiskers.

Qiye's face turned green all of a sudden.

The two sounds of "bang", a bowl of wontons and a bowl of noodles, were placed in front of the two of them.

The wontons float in the milky white soup, ups and downs, full of pieces, more meaty, mellow and delicious, obviously a good wonton with thin skin and many fillings;

The noodles are as thin as cow's hair, and they seem to be scattered in the milky white soup, but in fact, they are just one from beginning to end, and they are supreme delicious.

Provided that there is no previous conversation.

Ning Feng and Qiye stared at the wontons and noodles in front of them, glanced at each other, and began to regret the topic they had provoked. Especially for the seven nights, it feels like lifting a stone and smashing it on the surface of your own feet.

"It's cold, and it doesn't taste good. ”

The words of the old man Wonton came into his ears, and Ning Feng and Qiye didn't know if it was an illusion, they both felt a coldness in it.

"I don't think it's going to be good if I don't eat it......"

Ning Feng gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, closed his eyes, picked up the wonton, poured it into his mouth, and swallowed the dates.

"Uh~"

He didn't taste the taste of wontons, but the warmth rising in his body couldn't deceive people.

Ning Feng opened his eyes in surprise, and now the whole world in front of him was different...... (To be continued......)

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