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Eat when you are hungry.
The Judge's Pen suddenly said this, and then fell silent.
The fortune teller did not have insight into the skill of spiritual sound, and could not hear the sound of the judge's pen, but he sensed that the atmosphere in the room had changed slightly.
There seemed to be more dewdrops on the speaker of the record player.
"It's not edible, it's not edible," the gramophone murmured, "I have to rely on this old guy to take my husband out of the city."
My wife didn't need a bite of food, so she immediately gave up the idea.
But Li Banfeng didn't give up: "Madam, eat him!"
"Husband, this person cannot be eaten first..."
"Eat him quickly."
"If I eat it now, what will my husband do..."
Li Banfeng looked at the record player and said, "Don't you listen to me?"
The record player thought for a moment, and mist rose from the speaker.
The fortune teller was shocked: "What are you going to do? Young man, don't you want to get out? Do you want to be trapped in this city forever?
I will take you out, I know the way out, I will take you..."
Bang!
Li Banfeng kicked the fortune teller, who staggered and came closer to the record player.
A huge whirlwind rose up, and the fortune teller's soul was swallowed by the woman. There was no complete body on the ground, but a lot of scattered flesh and blood.
Li Banfeng looked at Honglian and said, "Eat it!"
Honglian looked at the flesh and blood on the ground and didn't eat it.
She doesn't want to eat common food.
The corpse of a cultivator is not an ordinary thing.
Isn't this flesh and blood part of the fortune teller?
So what is the use of this flesh and blood?
Just for disguise, to make this fortune teller look more human?
No need.
Li Banfeng could tell that he was a ghost because he had the skill of seeing the smallest details with his golden eyes. When ordinary people entered the City of Fools, they would see that they were just ordinary people and would not be able to tell that he was a ghost.
Don’t think about the purpose of flesh and blood first, think about its source.
If this flesh and blood is not part of the fortune teller, then it should not have been bred by the fortune teller. He got it from somewhere else.
Thinking of this, Li Banfeng felt a chill down his spine.
The people in the inn have been chasing Li Banfeng, and the fortune teller has also been following Li Banfeng. Their purpose must be that they are attracted by his flesh and blood.
If Li Banfeng had not had the habit of living in a personal residence, he would have died in the inn. The innkeeper was a fourth-level foolish cultivator and was definitely much more difficult to deal with than this fortune teller.
There are still many foolish cultivators in the city, but why didn’t they attack me?
The one selling plasters, the onlookers, the aunt who showed me the way...
That auntie!
She didn't give me directions.
She asked me to come inside and drink some water.
If I entered her house, would she take action?
It's like when I entered the inn, it was like I entered the owner's house, so he could kill me.
The others couldn't kill me because I didn't enter the house.
Is this the rule of Fool City?
But why did the fortune teller want to kill me?
Did I go into his room?
Got in.
The deserted house is his house.
This fortune teller was so insidious that he really tricked me into his house.
Li Banfeng held the record player and kissed the loud speaker: "My dear, I have figured it out. Do you think I am much smarter now?"
Not only Li Banfeng became much more sober, but his wife also became much more sober.
sniff
"Hey, sir, could it be that I have also fallen for his tricks?"
There was silence in the Suishen Residence. After a few seconds, the lady roared and smoke came out of the three speakers: "A second-level cultivator made me fall for his technique. What the hell is going on?"
Honglian did not ridicule the record player. Just now, even her thoughts were in a mess.
Yu Xiu’s technique is too powerful.
Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, pondered for a long time, and made a simple and crude plan.
"My dear, I will bring another record player out and play some music to attract the dead souls into the house.
Bring one in, and I'll close the door and hand him over to my wife for interrogation until she finds out how to get out of the city."
"My husband, it's easy to ask, but it's hard to tell the truth from the false."
"No need to distinguish. I'll capture another one and you can continue to torture him. If their statements match, it proves that they are telling the truth."
sniff
The lady exhaled a cloud of steam: "That's a good idea."
Li Banfeng pushed the windmill record player out of the third room and was about to leave when he heard Meng De say, "Sir, you should go to bed."
"What are you sleeping for? Are you letting me dream again?"
Meng De said shyly: "I also contributed to the battle just now."
Li Banfeng angrily said, "What kind of effort did you make? You cursed me for being immoral, but ended up screwing me over. Does that count as effort on your part?"
Meng De hung his head, feeling very aggrieved: "This was an unintentional mistake."
Seeing that Li Banfeng was very angry, the record player advised: "Husband, eat something and take a night's rest. You are also exhausted."
Li Banfeng ate two cans of food and fell asleep on the bed listening to Mengde's beautiful singing.
The record player said to the calendar, "We still have to fight tomorrow, don't let him have nightmares! You didn't fight well today, so I won't punish you. But if you do it again, I won't let you off easily."
Meng De quickly bowed: "Thank you, Madam, for your generosity."
The judge's pen snorted and said, "It's still too much."
The record player blew out a puff of steam, scalding the judge's pen red: "What is too much?"
"snort!"
It was quite painful to be scalded, but the Judge's Pen was too lazy to hide and just lay there.
…
That night, Li Banfeng arrived at Tieyang Mountain. The big boss Rong Yeguang was not there, leaving only Lu Xiaolan to guard the mountain gate.
Li Banfeng used his personal space to sneak into the mountain stronghold, killed Lu Xiaolan, robbed 100,000 yuan, and then burned down the entire mountain stronghold!
"Wow, hahaha!" Li Banfeng stood in the middle of the village and laughed wildly.
Then Li Banfeng woke up.
Such a good dream, but I woke up just like that.
He couldn’t remember most of the things in the dream, but Li Banfeng knew it was a good dream.
Looking at Li Banfeng's vicious eyes, Meng De shivered in the calendar: "Sir, you woke up laughing in your dream, it's really not my fault, Madam, please say something."
Li Banfeng didn't have the heart to deal with Mengde. He still had to go out to catch the dead. The record player called Li Banfeng and said, "Husband, go ask the judge. It seems that he has a way to deal with Yu Xiu."
What can he do?
But he did speak yesterday.
Li Banfeng picked up the Judge's Pen and asked sincerely: "Brother Pen, if you have a way to get out of the city, please tell me. You definitely don't want to be trapped here."
The judge has been thinking about this for a long time. He wants to express himself, but he is too lazy to say it.
It was probably too difficult to explain it clearly, so Li Banfeng changed the question: "Tell me first, does my idea work?"
"Too much." Judge Pen only said two words.
Li Banfeng was not angry. He carefully guessed the meaning of these two words: "Are you saying that I think too much or do too much?"
"A lot of them."
"Why is it so much?"
"There are ruthless people watching."
What a ruthless person?
"Do you have an easier way?"
"Alas," the judge's pen sighed, waited for more than two minutes, and said four words, "Fools are always worried..."
Li Banfeng had heard of this idiom: A fool may make many mistakes, but he will eventually make some good points.
"But according to what you said, I still think it's too little."
The judge's pen was helpless. He waited for two minutes and said four words: "Fear of gain and loss."
A fool is always worried about gains and losses.
What kind of idiom is this?
"Brother Bi, I don't understand."
Judge Pen said helplessly: "If you want to leave the city, then go."
"I can't get out! Why would I bother if I could?"
The record player was impatient: "My husband, it's the slave's fault. Don't ask him anymore. Let's do business."
Li Banfeng was pushing the windmill record player to the door when he heard the judge's pen say, "You stupid guy, give me back my capital!"
He said so many words at once that Li Banfeng couldn't react.
What cost?
broken!
When in Baimang Valley, Panguanbi once moved Qiu Daxiang away, more than two miles away.
He had been too lazy to ask for the capital, but now he suddenly asked.
He put in a lot of effort at that time. If the cost were calculated, Li Banfeng would have to wait for a long time.
What should I do?
"Brother Bi, let's discuss this. After I leave Fool City, we can..."
It's too late.
Li Banfeng stopped talking halfway and was too lazy to continue.
The Judge's Pen has already gotten its capital back.
He looked back at his bed and wanted to lie down.
Lie down instead of sitting.
No, you can't lie down.
Once you lie down, you don’t know how long you will stay there.
The key is still outside. After a fight with the fortune teller yesterday, Li Banfeng casually threw it into the deserted house.
It's not a good idea to keep it in the house like this. Yu Xiu is so cunning. If he has accomplices, it might be picked up by him.
No matter what, you have to go out and take a look, or at least move the key to another place.
This damn Judge's Pen must be paid for today. I...
Forget it, I’m too lazy to teach him a lesson.
Li Banfeng gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and looked back at the windmill record player.
Push it out?
What are you pushing it for? It's so heavy.
Li Banfeng went out empty-handed and was too lazy to bring any magic weapon with him.
After leaving the room, Li Banfeng picked up the key and wanted to go back to lie down.
No, I have to find a place for the key first.
Is there any good place in this house?
Since we have to guard against the fortune teller's accomplices, we definitely cannot hide the key in the house.
Go out and take a look, maybe there is a good place out there.
After leaving the room, Li Banfeng looked around. The outside of the deserted house sounded empty and there was no good place to hide the key.
Why do I always wonder what to do with the keys?
Don’t I want to leave the city?
This road is quite wide. If we walk forward, can we get out of the city?
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