Chapter 96: The Square inch is in a mess

Thanks for the pity: "I..."

The voice did not fall, he only felt that Huacheng exerted a little force, and climbed up in a burst of pain, and couldn't help shrinking.

Although Huacheng's movements have been extremely restrained, this pain is nothing to him at all, but for some reason, in front of Huacheng, he seems to be unable to hide the pain. Maybe it was because Huacheng said to him first, which made him want to hold back deliberately, but he didn't succeed. Aware of Xie Lian's retreat, Huacheng immediately clenched his ankle and whispered: "It's okay. It'll be fine soon. Don't be afraid."

Xie Lian shook his head. The Huacheng movement over there was lighter, and the hand was very fast. When he raised his hand again, he took out a small needle and said: "Okay, it's okay."

Xie Lian took a closer look, the needle tip flashed a vicious light, and Huacheng's five fingers were slightly closed, and it was crushed into a wisp of black gas and dissipated in the air. Seeing this, Xie Lian put the uneasiness aside for the time being, and said with concentration: "What a lot of resentment. Ordinary fetal spirits will not have such strong mana."

Huacheng stood up and said: "Yes. Therefore, it must not be a normal passing fetal spirit."

At this time, a masked man came in, holding a clay pot in both hands, and presented it to Huacheng. Xie pity subconsciously observed whether the man was wearing a curse on his wrist, but this time his sleeves were tightly tied. Huacheng took it, took a look at the pot with one hand, turned and handed it to Xie Lian, who was sitting on the top of Moyu. Xie Lian hadn't come up yet, when he heard a muffled cry of a child inside, and it seemed that something was madly ramming inside, causing the clay pot to shake slightly, almost unable to stand, and even more alert.

And he took the pot, slightly lifted a corner of the pot's seal, and only glanced inside, a chill suddenly jumped up his back.

I saw a pile of green tire-like things inside. Although the hands and feet had grown out, they were weak and weak, and the head was hidden in the darkness. The whole look, it is simply a mass of deformed internal organs.

This is its real body!

Xie Lian immediately resealed the jar and said, "That's it."

He had heard that someone would look for a pregnant woman who was not full-term, cut the child out of the pregnant woman's womb, and make it into a ghost to perform some spells, drive it to harm others, protect itself, or keep the house safe. From this point of view, this fetal spirit is the product of that kind of magic, and his mother is very likely to have been a believer of Xie Lian, otherwise he would not put Xie Lian's amulet in the clothes of the unborn child.

After pondering for a moment, Xie Lian said: "You caught this fetal spirit, would Saburo mind if I take it to investigate? Because I have encountered it once before in Junshan, and this is the second time it has been in my life. It appeared in front of me, I don't know if it was a coincidence or some connection."

Huacheng Road: "If you want to take it away, take it away. Even if I don't show up, you can catch it alone."

Xie Lian said with a smile: "Having said that, it is much easier for Saburo to catch it than for me to catch it."

He said it casually, but listened to Huacheng Road: "Really? If I didn't go at that time, what method were you going to use to catch it? Eat it in the stomach and swallow the sword?"

"..."

Really told him.

There was no displeasure on Huacheng's face, but Xie Lian felt that he was a little angry.

Intuition tells him that if this sentence is answered incorrectly, Huacheng will be even more angry. I didn't know how to deal with it, and suddenly felt my stomach shrink, Xie Lian couldn't help but said: "...I'm a little hungry."

"..."

Xie Lian, who only reacted to the words, was embarrassed to see the expression on Huacheng's face. He could only explain honestly: "I'm really hungry this time..."

After a long while, Huacheng finally snorted and laughed.

With this smile, the haze in front of Xie Lian dissipated, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Huacheng was half laughing and half sighing, nodded and said: "Okay."

Originally, Huacheng wanted to leave him to hold a banquet in Bliss Square, but when Xie Lian heard the word "hosting a banquet", he knew that it was bound to be extravagant, so he offered to go out and find something to eat, Huacheng agreed.

It was very warm in the Bliss Square, and the wet clothes of the two of them were all dry shortly after entering. But Xie Lian's women's clothes were very eye-catching. He still borrowed a set of clothes from Huacheng and changed into clean white clothes. After the two of them went out and walked all the way, they could still hear the cry of the fetal spirit, shouting "mother" loudly, showing its tenacity. However, the ghost city was already full of ghosts and wolves, and it was not unusual for the cries to be submerged in them.

Ghost Market Street is still very lively, with stalls selling specialty snacks on both sides. Although the ghosts are still those ghosts, their attitude is very different from the last time Xie Lian came to visit. Huacheng walked side by side with him, and the bosses who looked very fantastic all smiled and greeted the two of them.

In addition to paying attention to Huacheng, there are thousands and hundreds of pairs of eyes that cast more scorching eyes on Xie Lian. They seem to be examining and guessing. Who can walk side by side with the Lord of Ghost City? He wondered again if he had made the wrong decision. In the turbulent stream of monsters and ghosts, before the attention of all the people, Huacheng is used to it and asked him: "What do you want to eat?"

Finally, I saw a stall that didn't sell very strange things. Xie Lian wanted to make a quick decision and said, "Just this one."

Huacheng said: "This is not good."

Thanks for the pity: "Why?"

Huacheng didn't speak, and motioned him to look inside the stall. Thanks for a look, the stall owner saw that they were staying here, and he was so excited that he was rubbing his hands. However, what it used to wipe the tables, chairs and benches was his tongue.

"..."

Although the pots and pans that were licked by the wide and long tongue were hung with crystal water droplets, reflecting the new luster, Xie Lian decisively gave up the shop and hurried away. After walking a few steps, he saw a very clean and freshly decorated chicken soup restaurant. The sign in front of the door said, "Home-made chicken, slow-fired and old soup. Made and sold now, guaranteed to be clean", stopped and said: " Ah, there is chicken soup, why don't you come and have a bowl?"

Huacheng said again: "This one doesn't work either."

Thanks for the pity, and said: "Is there a problem with the plate or the chicken?"

Huacheng took him into the store, opened a curtain, and motioned for pity to see. Xie pity poked his head in curiously and was speechless. I saw a large pot in the back of the kitchen. There was a big fire under the pot, the pot was steaming hot, and a man with a red cockscomb on his head was happily bathing in boiling water. There are also many buckets next to the cauldron, filled with salt, pepper, herbs and other seasonings. A guest in the front hall shouted: "Boss is salty! The taste is weak!"

While taking a bath, the man grabbed a large amount of seasoning and rubbed it on himself, and rubbed his back with a towel to make it more flavorful. Finally, a loud and long cry: "Ooooooooo!"

Xie pity put down the curtain and exited silently.

After walking around for a long time, the two finally found a shop with a signboard that said "authentic world"

Food

". Although Xie Lian feels that this "authentic" needs to be questioned, for example, as far as he knows, chefs in the world do not use the meat of large monsters that are difficult to hunt to make skewers, but relatively speaking, this is already a The most normal.

As soon as the two of them sat down, the group of ghosts who had been following for a long time gathered around and offered snacks with great enthusiasm. The pig butcher carried a white human leg on his shoulders, slapped loudly, and said harshly: "City Lord! Do you want fresh thigh meat! Just arrived!"

The group of ghosts scolded: "Go, go, go! Will the friends of the city lord eat that stuff? Are you a green ghost? If you chop your thighs, you might still be able to eat them!"

"The smell of blood is so big, don't make people sick!"

The pig really raised a pig's hoof and said, "If the city owner and the city owner's friends can value it, this leg is nothing, just chop it! I tell you, Laozi's leg meat is definitely strong!"

Xie Lian couldn't help laughing, and lowered his head to drink porridge. Huacheng ignored them, and the group of ghosts sent their blood to Xie Lian, saying:

"Local specialty snack brain juice! Selected good demon brains, all of which have been repaired for more than 50 years! You can smell this fragrance!"

"This duck's blood is very good. Look at it. I just cut it from myself. Can you taste it?"

"The fruit in our family is the authentic fresh fruit from the grave. We don't pick it at all if it is not grown on the dead. The old man is innocent..."

There are piles of piles, and the gratitude is dizzying, and I continue to thank them. It's not good to be so turbulent and enthusiastic, but some special snacks are really difficult to look directly at. In the rush to see the opposite Huacheng holding his cheeks, he looked at him with a smile, thanking him for looking left and right, coughing lightly, and whispering: " ... Saburo..."

Huacheng said: "Brother doesn't need to pay attention to them. People are crazy."

Yougui immediately said: "The city owner must not say that! We are not crazy when everyone comes. If the city owner is our grandfather, then what is the city owner's brother, our uncle..."

"Yeah, the uncle is going to be crazy when he comes!"

Thanks for crying and laughing, thinking that this is all nonsense, Huacheng also shouted: "Don't talk nonsense. Shut up!" The group of ghosts quickly said: "Yes! City Lord, you are right. Shut up. Not the uncle!"

Who knows, at this time, a few female ghosts who have been laughing and laughing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said quickly: "Hey! You... Aren't you the Taoist brother who told Lan Chang that he wouldn't lift it last time?"

"..."

Thanks for the pity, a mouthful of porridge was not sprayed out on the spot.

The group of ghosts seemed to have discovered some shocking secret, and exploded: "Ouch my mother! Really!"

"It's him, it's him, it's him! Lan Chang told people everywhere!"

Many shrewd ghosts have gone to cover the mouths of those who shouted, but Huacheng must have heard it. Xie Lian looked up and saw Huacheng raised his eyebrows, looking at him with an unclear meaning, as if thinking about the meaning of the word "do not lift" associated with him. That was originally an excuse that Xie Lian made when he encountered a female ghost last time. At that time, he was also laughed at by the group of ghosts, but he was able to take it with aplomb. Now he is stabbed in front of Huacheng, but he can't bear it anymore. He is so embarrassed that he can't take a mouthful of porridge and stun himself, saying: "I..."

Huacheng seems to be waiting patiently for him to continue. But what can I say about this matter? Do you still have a serious face to justify yourself for not doing anything?

Xie Lian had no choice but to say: "...I'm full."

He was indeed full, and after speaking, he got up and hurried out of the stall. The group of ghosts behind them held a pile of carefully prepared special snacks and howled: "Big, adults! Do you still eat!"

Huacheng also caught up, took time to look back, and said again: "Go!"

The group of ghosts hurriedly rolled away again. Xie Lian walked in front of him for a while, and then followed up after seeing no ghosts, slowed down and waited for Huacheng. After a while, Huacheng stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: "I didn't know that my brother had such hidden illnesses."

Xie Lian immediately said: "No!"

He said helplessly: "... Saburo."

Huacheng nodded and said: "Okay. Saburo understands. I won't say any more."

He seemed to be very obedient and obedient, but it was very obvious. He thanked him and said: "You are really insincere."

Huacheng smiled and said: "I swear, you can't find anyone who is more sincere than me."

Hearing this familiar answer, Xie Lian also smiled.

After a while, he said earnestly, "Sanlang, do you know where the Thousand Lights Temple is?"