The fat boss's words penetrated the girl's ears like a mosquito.
She sniffed with the tip of her nose, her eyes became unfocused, and she swallowed.
"It smells so good! I'm so hungry, so hungry..."
Just as Ruan Mian completely lost control and took a step forward, a cold hand fell on his waist.
The dazed girl shivered with cold and regained consciousness.
"I'll take you back."
The body temperature of the man beside her was getting colder, and she was almost forced to walk until she stepped out of the street.
Ruan Mian was pushed by him, and when she turned around, the other person had disappeared.
At the same time, the bustling streets changed.
Rows of old shops have been deserted for a long time and are covered with dust.
The people coming and going on the dark stone road had no shadows, their feet could not be seen, and their faces were dark blue, not like normal people.
The sign of the vendor she was obsessed with just now turned into fresh soup dumplings with the words "human flesh" in the middle.
Look carefully at the iron pot and see where the pork bones are. It's clearly...
Densely packed maggots were wriggling around the stove, looking for food, and a suffocating stench was emitting from afar.
Ruan Mian felt cold all over and ran away in a hurry.
The girl on the bed straightened up suddenly, gasping for air.
"Luckily it was just a dream, it was so scary."
She was the only one in the room, as Senior Sister Xiyue had not returned all night.
Thin sunlight came through the window, it was already daybreak.
The girl's curled eyelashes were wet with sweat, and her hands and feet were trembling slightly.
She touched her neck and it was a little painful, with a few small teeth marks on it.
Xiao Yuan complained, "You were sleeping so soundly that I couldn't wake you up. Besides, Song Wenjing has been here several times."
Just as he finished speaking, footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Is something wrong with my junior sister?"
He knocked on the door and no one answered, so he just barged in.
The girl lying on the bed had pale lips and a lingering fear between her eyebrows.
The man bent down to check and found that he was not injured, but his hands and feet were cold.
So he cast a spell to help her warm up.
The two of them dawdled for a while before going downstairs.
The second elder paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly, his lips tightly closed, and he let out low sighs.
Ruan Mian didn't recognize the person standing next to him. Song Wenjing whispered to her that he was a senior from Miaoyin Pavilion and Qingfeng Mountain.
I learned this from listening to their conversation.
This morning, several disciples from Miaoyin Pavilion and Qingfeng Mountain lost one soul and two spirits for unknown reasons. They are now in a dazed state and no one can tell the reason.
There was no choice but to send someone back to the sect.
It was clearly fine yesterday, but it took a night, and the barrier had already been set up.
They would notice any ghosts that entered, but there was nothing unusual.
The girl wondered if it was related to her dream last night, so she told Song Wenjing.
“But I didn’t drink the soup in the end.”
The man frowned in thought.
Ruan Mian's words caused people from another sect at the next table to laugh at him.
"Hahaha, pork soup and dumplings? You're obviously just being greedy."
The elders were already in a bad mood and scolded them with stern faces.
"Be quiet! Are you dissatisfied or not making more trouble?"
The girl pursed her lips and said nothing more.
"It looks like a palace, but I can't make out what it is."
The ochre-red door had not been opened for many years and was rusty, and the painted patterns on it had faded.
The once prosperous palace was deserted, with only fallen leaves and weeds blown by the wind.
Some kind of restriction prevented them from using their spiritual power to get in. It was like there was an invisible vortex inside, and if they got even a little close their spiritual power would be eroded.
"Everyone stand back and let us try."
Even if several elders joined forces, they could not break through.
Had to give up.
"Today is the ninth day of the lunar month. If we wait until the middle of the month, the gates of hell will open wide on the fifteenth day, and it will be even more dangerous then."
late at night.
Song Wenjing was sitting cross-legged on the bed in meditation, dressed in white and with a face as beautiful as jade.
He pushed the door open, opened his eyes, and saw Ruan Mian standing timidly at the door.
She looked like she had just taken a shower and was wearing only a white undershirt.
Water was still dripping from the girl's hair, soaking the thin fabric on her body.
The robe fits her body lightly, outlining her graceful curves.
"Brother Song, I'm scared and alone in the room. Can you come in?"
The girl's neckline was slightly open, revealing her fair collarbone and slender neck.
Her wet hair fell on her shoulders, with water droplets dripping down.
Song Wenjing looked at her quietly.
Ruan Mian was not wearing shoes. She walked over with her white bare feet on the floor and crawled beside his legs.
"Can I stay with you? Just for one night, okay?"
The man remained silent.
The girl's slender arms stretched out from her sleeves, soft and delicate, as if carved from white jade, making people want to touch them.
She has a soft figure and her breath is as fragrant as orchid.
The posture of complete submission seems to allow people to do whatever they want.
The light pink fingers rested on the man's legs, gradually moving upwards and being pinched.
"Hiss, it hurts! Brother, please let go."
The tone of acting coquettishly seemed to have been taken too far.
"Senior Brother Song, it really hurts!"
The girl bit her lower lip slightly, her lips were rosy and attractive.
There was no smile on Song Wenjing's face. He lowered his eyes and drew his sword in one smooth motion.
After her body was chopped off, the girl turned into smoke and disappeared.
He sighed, thinking that it was because of the growth of his inner demons that the ghosts found an opportunity to take advantage of him.
At the same time, the dark corridor was unusually quiet, and noises were heard from many rooms.
Early morning.
The second elder had white hair and was twisting a talisman that had been mostly burned in his hand. "Something came in last night."
It is impossible that no one knows. The many young disciples from Xuanbing Palace and Tingyu Tower who were asked blushed slightly.
The darkness under their eyes made their bodies weak, and their cultivation levels dropped by half in just one night.
Faced with the elder's question, everyone stammered and was unable to say anything.
Without forcing it any further, he guessed that it was the extremely cunning Phantom.
They are gregarious ghosts, mostly female, born in places filled with resentment.
Invisible, can transform into other people's appearance and be difficult to detect, young people are easily bewitched.
Usually accompanied by a companion shadow, male.
His cultivation level is higher, making it difficult to capture and distinguish.
"Everyone must travel together. Don't leave alone and give these ghosts another chance."
Ruan Mian, Song Wenjing and Xiyue came to the abandoned restaurant together.
The corners were covered with spider webs, and it looked empty at first glance.
There was a creaking sound when stepping on the wooden planks, but no one was there.
The girl covered her chest and coughed, choking on the dust.
Xiyue suggested, "Why don't you wait for us downstairs, Junior Sister?"
Anyway, the search was completed quickly.
The girl used her scabbard to pick up a pile of firewood, and there was nothing underneath.
Footsteps were heard.
Senior Brother Song frowned, "We didn't find anything. Let's go look somewhere else."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked ahead.
"But Senior Sister Xiyue hasn't come down yet."
The man told her, "She has her own things to deal with, let's go first."
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