Chapter 157 Wulin Misleading Stories 27

After approaching, the Blood Demon pointed at the little child with his unlucky-looking crutch, and laughed strangely.

Feng Wu sealed her senses, gently lifted the tiles, and peeked inside. The sleeping figures were now slumped on the ground, completely unconscious. A strange aroma filled the air, and she felt relieved. Fortunately, these things only induced sleep, not death. Feng Wu understood that this wasn't because the Blood Demon valued human life; he simply didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.

The blood demon took out a dagger with strange patterns and a black porcelain bottle from somewhere. The white crutch in his hand had already been thrown aside. He slowly squatted down and muttered for a while, which made people's spines cold. It was like a vicious spell recited by the devil before the meal.

Feng Wu jumped down from the eaves, and out of a sense of civic responsibility, he did not damage the relatively intact tiles of the dilapidated temple.

There were too many people here, and Feng Wu was worried that innocent people would be hurt in a fight, so she cleverly chose to confront them head-on from the main gate and lead them out of the ruined temple first.

She opened the curtain and shouted at the sneaky blood demon with a girlish cry, "Ugly monster, don't touch my sister with your dirty hands."

The dagger in the blood demon's hand, which was about to devour someone, paused in the air. He seemed to have heard someone scolding him - ugly?

Who is ugly? Who is ugly?

Haha, there are actually people who are not afraid of death and call him ugly.

The Blood Demon's already blood-red eyes turned even redder and purpler. He touched the skull crutch on the ground and slowly stood up. As if to prove something, he deliberately straightened his slightly hunched back.

The Blood Demon turned around very slowly and raised his head. Feng Wu finally saw the Blood Demon's entire face. There were ravines all over it, and it looked like a spread-out bitter melon peel.

Feng Wu looked very dignified, but in his heart he was thinking that from now on, he would never eat bitter melon again.

The Blood Demon laughed strangely again, "Don't be impatient, little girl. I'll skin you two sisters in a moment and make two exquisite human skin lanterns for your mother."

Feng Wu cursed in his heart, "What a pervert!" and pretended to be frightened. Under the gaze of the blood demon, he retreated step by step to the temple gate. Feng Wu screamed in fear, just like a cannon fodder who would not survive the next episode and would soon be killed.

The little cannon fodder rushed out of the dilapidated temple, shouting as if he was afraid his death wouldn't be quick enough: "I'm going to report you to the authorities. They're going to chop you, this ugly freak, into eight pieces and throw you into a mass grave to feed the rats. When you die, you go to hell and get reborn as an ugly, disgusting, fat rat."

The blood demon chasing behind grew more murderous with every word he heard. Even though he wanted to skin the bitch skinned this foul-mouthed girl right away, he didn't act rashly. His bad temper made him tease her all the way, sometimes coming from far away and sometimes coming close to scare his exhausted prey.

Little did he know that the person he thought was his prey had already chosen a Feng Shui treasure land for his burial.

In order to achieve a realistic effect, Feng Wu made herself look very embarrassed. She ran away in a panic, stumbling and falling, and finally she landed on a cliff.

The protagonist falls off a cliff and not only can he turn danger into safety, but he can also obtain peerless martial arts with great fortune.

As for people like Feng Wu and the Blood Demon on the opposite side, cannon fodder and villains of their caliber, if they were knocked down from such a cliff, it is guaranteed that the grass on their graves will be so tall that it will be useless next year.

"Hehehe... Hehehe..." The Blood Demon stood in the shadow against the light, and kept emitting hoarse laughter. In the cold and empty night, it sounded like the creepy background music in a horror movie.

Feng Wu raised his eyes to glance at the crescent moon hanging high in the darkness, and suddenly remembered that today seemed to be the second day of the twelfth lunar month. He sighed and said with regret: "I have let you live for a little longer. After seeing today's moon, you can go on your journey in peace! In your next life, don't be a human anymore..."

The Blood Demon's laughter was abruptly interrupted because he had witnessed a miracle with his own eyes. The last scene that remained in his eyes had been taken to the underworld by him.

After cutting off the head and packing it neatly into a box, Feng Wu also searched the Blood Demon and found dozens of silver bills and a pile of bottles and jars. He only took the silver bills that were enough to support his family, and didn't even look at the others. He kicked half of the Blood Demon's body off the cliff, turning it into spring mud that would nourish all things in the coming year.

Carrying a dead head in his hand, Feng Wu was still walking calmly in the deserted street. He wanted to find a wonton stall that was open at night to eat a bowl of hot Qianlixiang wontons, but after walking around several busy streets, not only was there no stall, but even the night watchman had disappeared. Feng Wu reasonably suspected that the night watchman was slacking off during working hours.

Feng Wu, covered in silver moonlight, opened the closed door of the inn in two moves.

The waiter rubbed his sleepy eyes, saw the visitor's face clearly, and immediately welcomed him in.

"Miss Feng, it's almost five o'clock in the morning and it's freezing outside. I'll go to the kitchen to bring you some hot food to help you get rid of the cold." The waiter wiped the sturdy long bench with the cloth on his shoulder, invited the guest to take a seat, and hurried to the kitchen.

Feng Wu raised her eyebrows in surprise, but did not stop the attentive and thoughtful service. This waiter really has a future. She thought about giving him more tips later, as she might come home late less often in the future.

Surprises came one after another. Feng Wu picked up the spoon beside him and smelled the fragrant wontons in the bowl. The fatigue of the whole night was instantly cured.

The waiter scratched his head and said, "Hey, I don't know how to light a fire and cook, so the chef specially made wontons with a lid. I wonder if you, Miss Feng, are used to eating them?"

"It tastes very good, thank you, waiter brother." Her cooking skills were indeed not as good as some people's, but the speed at which she ate the wontons showed that she was very satisfied with it.

Seeing that the guests were satisfied with the food, the waiter did not stand by and watch, which would make the guests uncomfortable. He had to take advantage of the time to clean up the kitchen. If the fat chef knew tomorrow that he had used his pots and pans without cleaning them properly, he would definitely eat him.

Feng Wu ate happily. After waiting for a while, seeing that the waiter had not returned, Feng Wu took out a small ingot weighing five taels from the cave and placed it next to the bowl.

A bowl of steaming wontons is worth five taels of silver.

Carrying the wooden box back to his room, Feng Wu felt sleepy. His mysophobia was cured without any medicine, and he fell asleep on the bed.

The waiter cleaned up the kitchen and saw the guests coming upstairs after finishing their meal. He quickly cleared the dishes and accidentally found an ingot of gold next to the bowl.

The waiter didn't expect the guest to be so generous. He happily stuffed the ingots into his arms and returned to the kitchen humming a cheerful tune.