"Have you heard? Grandma Mingshan is finally going to take action against those four-handed people."

"This time they captured more than 500 children. Maybe we can get a share of them."

A group of evil spirits were traveling along the rugged mountain path. They were all there to attend the feast of blood and flesh.

Even if you can't eat the meat without an invitation, it's nice to join in the fun and have a bowl of soup at the end.

"Hehe, those delicate and exquisite blood foods are eaten by the adults who received the invitation. We don't have to think about it."

"But this trip won't be in vain. I heard there will be another chance later."

"Oh? How do you mean? Tell me quickly."

A centipede smiled in a reserved manner, and several little demons around it immediately asked about it. It was obvious that they were all very greedy for human blood.

"Those four-handed people didn't follow the rules and dared to fool me. Anyway, there are only so many of them left, and the blood food supply has been getting less and less in the past few decades. I have lost my patience with them a long time ago."

"After the full moon night, grandma will prepare to kill them all. Then we can join the hunting team and have a taste of fresh human flesh!"

"Are you serious? Although not as tasty as the cubs, I haven't tasted blood in decades."

A few evil spirits were talking to each other, and the delicious blood food and smelly saliva were dragged onto the ground.

"Hey, what are these?"

At this moment, an evil spirit suddenly fell to the ground, and his feet seemed to be entangled by something.

When he looked down, he saw that they were tiny vines wrapped around his ankles.

He was about to untie the vines and continue on his way, but suddenly he was struck by a sharp pain, as if a thousand mouths were gnawing at his legs.

This was not the end yet. He was horrified to find that the ground around him was covered with dense purple vines.

Before he could even scream, a large amount of wisteria vines surged up, wrapped around his entire body, and penetrated into his mouth, nose, and ears, causing him to lose all ability to resist.

And beside him, the evil spirits that were originally walking with him were in exactly the same situation.

They can cause trouble if released to the outside world, but under these vines, they are more helpless than a lamb.

The little demon didn't even have the chance to scream before it was wrapped up by the purple vines and dragged to the side, and finally pulled into the body of a vine giant.

Jiang Li inside opened one eye, and with a part of his mind in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he threw these guys into the coffin space.

The purple wisteria stone he controlled could climb quite fast, and it was considered a well-known monster in this shady mountain.

Along the way, he was the only one who caused trouble for others, and no one else caused trouble for him, which saved him a lot of effort in hiding.

It was an almost straight route. After crossing more than a dozen peaks, it didn't take much effort to reach the Yinshan Mountain where the Grandma Mingshan was.

In fact, he had arrived here several hours ago and had already entered the mountain, where he saw the target of this trip, the four-handed children who had been abducted.

But after walking around inside, he did nothing and walked out.

Because those children were not locked up in some hidden dungeon, and there was not even a piece of cloth covering the cages.

Just like that, it was hanging in the air in the open.

Tens of thousands of evil spirits crowded right under the iron cage, looking up at the children, desperately breathing and smelling their human scent.

Among them, there are even three of the Eight Demons of Mingshan.

Those were all terrifying monsters that had reached the level of demon kings, and each of them possessed the power to destroy an inferior god force on their own.

This left Jiang Li with almost no chance to take any action.

Every word from those three monsters could bring tremendous pressure to Jiang Li.

Assuming the opponent does not have any special treasures or powerful magical powers, Jiang Li believes that he can deal with one with his current strength.

If you encounter two of them, you have to run for your life. If you are surrounded by three, even your chances of escape will become very slim.

What's more, the legendary Grandma of Mingshan, a terrifying existence that is superior to the Demon King, is right there!

Once he does something suspicious, it’s hard to say whether he can escape or not.

As long as a fight breaks out and the noise is a little loud and attracts that person out, Jiang Li will be in real trouble.

He could only walk around in there again and again, and then run out again under the pretext of preparing gifts.

Of course he didn't give up, but doing such a dangerous thing required some preparation.

Jiang Li found a mountain road leading to the Feast of Flesh and Blood, and began to capture the monsters and ghosts in these shady mountains.

Anyway, there are no laws in this mountain, and the rules set by the grandma are quite loose.

As long as you are strong enough, you are free to burn, kill and loot, and no one will care.

On the contrary, if you become famous and renowned, you will be respected even more.

And because of the attraction of the feast of flesh and blood, more and more evil spirits began to come from all directions.

Guarding this necessary road, the efficiency is surprisingly high.

Before long, thousands of rare species from Beiyin Mountain were added to the coffin.

After putting away those evil spirits, four streams of light flew over from a distance, close to the ground, and transformed into four graceful silhouettes in red, blue, green and purple that fell beside him.

"Sir, your order has been fulfilled."

"Well, then it's time for us to go to that man-eating full moon dinner!"

A tiny crack appeared on the vine giant's body, and the four Jueyin girls were taken back.

Then he retracted the vines that were spreading nearby and took huge steps towards the residence of Grandma Mingshan.

On both sides of the road, blue-black ghost lights were floating, and ahead you could see an ancient cemetery.

This cemetery had obviously not been taken care of for many years. The bluestone tombstones were crookedly stuck in the ground, covered with thick black moss, making the already blurred words on them even more unclear.

The vine giant stepped over and the ground beneath him suddenly crackled, making a sound like frying beans.

A large piece of the skeleton, which was who knows how many years old, was broken by his kick.

After he left, on the piece of land where the huge footprints were still left, a tattered bony hand peeled off the black soil filled with a strong yin aura and crawled out.

The Bone Hand picked and chose among the bones around it, and quickly used some relatively intact bones to put itself back together.

Then, moving its long and short bone legs, together with other bone monsters, they pulled their own tombstones out of the ground and pieced together stone tables in the cemetery.

This is the table upon which this feast of flesh and blood will be served.

Jiang Li didn't feel taboo and controlled the vine giant to gradually shrink, with steps getting smaller and smaller.

Soon the tall purple giant on the hill turned into a vine-shaped figure only about ten feet tall. He weaved a vine chair for himself and sat down at the largest stone table in the center of the cemetery.

There was originally a two-headed centipede monster here, and its two heads were gambling with each other.

As a result, it was pulled out by Jiang Li, rolled into a ball and thrown aside, while he occupied this good position.

The flesh and blood feast had not yet begun, but a huge pot had been set up in the center of the cemetery.

White ghost flames rose from under the big pot, the thick soup inside was boiling, and hot steam was rising.

Several monsters with festering skin and unrecognizable original appearance were throwing some strange things into the soup.

But looking at their festering hands, Jiang Li felt that it was impossible for them to ensure food hygiene.

Next to the big pot, there is a large steamer with nine layers. Each layer of the steamer can hold twenty children, and even more can be accommodated if you squeeze in.

At this banquet, they not only eat, but also eat with a sense of ritual, cooking and steaming the food.

Of the more than 500 four-handed children hanging in a large iron cage, half had already been hung on top of the iron pot.

The other half was being caught by several bone monsters and put into the steamer.

Jiang Li took a deep breath, trying not to be overwhelmed by his anger towards these evil spirits.

If you want to save these children, you must find a suitable opportunity.

In other words, he has to create a suitable opportunity.

Not far away, the aroma of wine wafted from the air.

Several monsters dug up a large tomb and carried out jars of aged wine from it.

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Brewing wine in a graveyard, I wonder which genius came up with such a creative idea.

The seal of the wine jar was opened, and the aroma of the pure black Yin wine spread for miles.

Jiang Li was among them and smelled a familiar scent.

The four Jueyin maids did a good job, and some of the ancient tomb wine had been mixed into the Soul-Dangling Wine.

Jiang Li wanted to use the same trick again and get a group of guys drunk first.

"Shi Pan, you are hiding here. What? Are you not dead yet?!"

Jiang Li was observing the conditions of the children when a stone monster as big as a hill came over with an earthquake.

As soon as this big guy saw the Wisteria Monster, two strong rays of hatred burst out from his eyes made of black crystal.

He obviously did it on purpose, stepping on the vines that spread out from the feet of the purple vine monster. The huge weight broke the tough vines.

The hatred between the two sides was accumulated over hundreds of years of fighting. Even under the nose of Grandma Mingshan, the two sides would immediately start fighting when they met.

The shrunken purple vine monster seemed much weaker. Jiang Li looked up and found that behind this stone giant there was an ancient well.

He could clearly feel the scent of moonlight emanating from the ancient well.

"Is that the Moon Well? You, a stinky stone from a toilet, are really lucky to be able to get something like this."

Jiang Li is naturally not the kind of person who would not fight back if he was beaten.

The wisteria monster sat there without moving, and a large number of vines suddenly broke out of the ground and wrapped around the rock giant's feet from bottom to top.

The strong and powerful roots squeeze into any cracks on the surface of the rock giant.

It needed to expand and grow in the cracks, and piece of stone was peeled off from the legs of the stone giant.

The stones fell to the ground, creating large holes one after another, making the cemetery, which was originally quite presentable, even more chaotic.

This stone monster, one of the Eight Monsters of the Underworld Mountain, is actually more powerful than the purple vine monster in its combined state.

But he was the incarnation of rock and was naturally restrained by the vine monster. The two sides had fought many times over hundreds of years, but there had never been a real result.

Just when the conflict between the two sides was about to deteriorate further.

A gentle and mournful opera sound floated over from all directions.

"I broke the death law for no reason. I didn't take precautions against being punished by soldiers. My cries of injustice shook the earth and the sky. My soul went to Senluo Palace in an instant. How could I not blame the heaven and earth~~"

The demons and ghosts that were originally noisy immediately quieted down. They stood still and listened, trying to find the direction where the opera sound came from.

Even the stone monster and the purple vine monster controlled by Jiang Li withdrew their attacks after glaring at each other fiercely.

Because on this shady mountain, there is only one adult who likes to listen to opera.

Along with the sound of opera is often the arrival of the Dark Mountain Grandma, whose might covers the entire Beiyin Mountains!

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the flames of the ghost fire in the cemetery flickered suddenly, and the light and shadows of the monsters under the fire were distorted and deformed.

The opera singing became more sad and clear, as if the person was right next to them.

"There are the sun and the moon hanging in the sky from morning to night, and there are ghosts and gods who control the power of life and death, and there is heaven and earth!"

"You should distinguish between the clear and the turbid. How could you confuse Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan?"

"Those who do good will suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who do evil will enjoy wealth and a longer life. This is what heaven and earth do!"

"He's a coward who bullies the weak! But it turns out he's also just going with the flow!"

"Earth, if you can't tell good from evil, what are you called earth!"

"Heaven, you are unworthy of being the Heaven because you misjudge the wise and foolish!"

"Alas, I can only shed tears."

Listening to this opera, Jiang Li felt his scalp tingling.

He looked up and could vaguely see lightning rolling in the void in the distance.

This play actually dares to curse the heavens and the earth!

If it were in the outside world, Jiang Li would definitely stay away from him at the first moment.

Because if you keep cursing like this, you will definitely be struck by lightning.

Placed in this shady place, the fragments of the underworld seem to be far away and cannot reach here for the time being.

After a piece of opera was sung, what came next was a tragic cry that tore the eardrums.

Jiang Li scratched his itchy and numb ears, then looked at the ground in front of him. Something was about to come out.

First, a few stones rolled, and then the ground in front cracked open, and a stage rose from under the cemetery.

The stage was huge, with a sloping roof painted thick black. There were three layers of black and red curtains hanging on both sides of the stage. It looked old, but also quite impressive.

Figures flickered on the stage. A dozen heavily made-up ghosts were performing a night trial by Yama and a ghost mother's reincarnation.

On both sides of the stage, there were several spider spirits, with their eight amputated limbs moving in unison and beating drums and gongs in rhythm, creating a great atmosphere.

As he looked at the figures with flying long sleeves on the stage, Jiang Li's eyes became more and more solemn.

In his vision, those ghosts were all evil spirits filled with resentment, bad luck and extremely negative energy, even worse than the ghost kings he had subdued before.

Especially the guy who played the miserable ghost girl, Jiang Li couldn't see through his depth at all.

At this time, the ghost show on the stage finally came to an end. The innocent mother was forced to separate from her child, and the child was thrown into the City of the Dead, where he had to live with loneliness and hunger for a hundred years.

The mother is thrown into the animal realm, reincarnated as a cow, sheep, chicken, or duck, and experiences the pain of constant separation from her own children.

The curtain fell, and then a ghost in white clothes and a tall hat came out and shouted loudly.

"Grandma is here!"

(End of this chapter)