Strangeness comes to this seat, Shi Jian

Chapter 17 Ghost Eater
This is a compacted loess street lined with ancient Chinese buildings.

Although it was close to dawn, it was the last darkness when the sky was about to dawn, but there were white paper lanterns hanging on both sides of the long street, and the lights and moonlight were also considered bright.

And the long street is even more crowded with people, but these pedestrians are wearing clothes, either loose clothes with broad sleeves, or sackcloth bunts, and even the goods hawked by street vendors are some hairpins, candied haws and the like, quite reminiscent of the ancient style.

"This way, the three priests, please."

Zhang Huaisan led Shi Jian, Yan Tong, and Gao Zhengbang to a noodle stall on the side of the street. Shi Jian himself hadn't eaten any water or rice all night, and the aroma tumbling in the noodle pot was picked up by the night wind, and he had never smelled it for a while. The smell of the past rushed into the nasal cavity, and at this moment, people felt that they were really hungry.

Zhang Huaisan seemed to have been here before, he took advantage of a table at the noodle stall after the people had just checked out, took a table first, and then greeted: "Three priests, come and sit, I finally got a seat. "

This is not easy, because there are not a few tables and chairs in the noodle stalls on the street, and now they are crowded to the brim.

"Boss, a jug of wine, a plate of beef and a bowl of noodles, we each have our own."

"Okay, wait a moment, guest officer."

The hunchbacked noodle stall owner with a limping leg responded, and then moved the noodle bowl to the cauldron for cooking noodles. After a while, a bowl of steaming plain noodles was brought to Zhang Huaisan.

"Guest officer, the beef and wine will be here soon."

"Uh, this shopkeeper, I don't want those." Gao Zhengbang said at this time, he still remembered the horror of counting the lifespan he spent before, so even if this bowl of pasta was fragrant, he didn't want it.

Eating in this ghost city is at the price of Yangshou. It doesn't matter if Zhang Huaisan is a ghost, but he can't wait for others.

"Then I don't want it anymore." Yan Tong said like Gao Zhengbang.

Seeing that Shi Jian didn't speak, Yan Tong kindly reminded:
"Brother Shi, isn't the food made in the ghost market ghost food? Living people can't eat this kind of food, right?"

"That's right, Brother Shi. It's been said that ghost food is something that ordinary people can't eat. If you eat it, you can't be a living person. It will become something that is neither human nor ghost. It's unlucky if people touch it. Not to mention it's a meal made by a ghost, and it's eaten into the stomach." Gao Zhengbang said the same while fiddling with the beads in his hand.

Hearing this, Shi Jian glanced at Zhang Huaisan, seeing that he was just wolfing down the noodles with his head down, as if he didn't hear the words, so he raised his head and asked the shopkeeper:
"Boss, what's the price for a bowl of noodles, a plate of beef and a pot of wine?"

"Not much, eight months of life."

"Oh, not many, then give me one too."

The members of the group who come in a strange way, the most important thing for a newcomer to complete the first three horror missions is to be bold and cautious. Smart in itself, but relatively strong dependence at a young age.

However, Shi Jian felt that even if he calculated Yangshou according to his current physical condition, he would not die before he was in his 50s. He could afford to gamble on the eight months of Yangshou.

Soon, just like Zhang Huaisan, Shi Jian's bowl of plain noodles came out very quickly. I don't know what material the noodles are made of, but the noodles are black in color. The chopped green onions are sprinkled on top, washed down by the boiling hot noodle soup. , the hot air mixed with the aroma hit people's faces.

Just when Shi Jian raised his chopsticks and was about to taste them, Yan Tong, a little girl sitting beside him, suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Then, with a strange expression on his face, he motioned Shi Jian to look in the direction of the noodle pot.

Following his gaze, Shi Jian looked at the pot, and saw that the cauldron was boiling, and there were ingredients such as potato slices, green vegetables, and louver in it, as well as a swollen and rotten human head. Floating and sinking in the hot soup.

"Brother Shi, you can't eat this noodles!"

Looking back, Shi Jian looked at the face in front of him, where is the face?

The black noodles were clearly a mass of hair soaked in water, but the green onions on top were maggots chopped with knives.

At this time, the beef cut into plates was brought up, but it was a big lump of toad, lying on the plate and glaring at Shi Jian, as if threatening Shi Jian: don’t eat it.

Shi Jian poured himself a glass of wine, the wine turned out to be dark green, as if suddenly, burning green flames rushed up.

"The young man, do you want to eat or not? If you don't eat, don't occupy the table here."

At this moment, a tall, headless ghost came close, holding his head, and said in a rough voice.

With his head held in his arms, his eyes gleamed greedily, staring at the food on Shi Jian's table. If Shi Jian left, these would be his.

For a moment, the street seemed to be quiet. The ghosts who were doing their own things stopped what they were doing, and looked at Shi Jian in unison.

To this, Shi Jian's only reaction was to raise his glass, and under Yan Tong's horrified and thoughtful eyes of Gao Zhengbang, he drank the burning wine in one gulp.

"...good wine!"

"It's true when it's fake, and it's also true when it's fake. Boss, it's a good way."

Shi Jian's words were not just compliments, but out of emotion, because after the cup of green sake entered his stomach, it instantly turned into a cold current, flowing through his body endlessly, In a short period of time, Shi Jian felt that the magic power in his body became more pure and profound, especially the five poisons internal energy, which faintly showed signs of breaking through under the alcohol smell.

With this glass of wine as a base, Shi Jian ate the noodles again, the soup was refreshing and delicious.

Yan Tong, who watched this scene, looked desperate: Brother Shi, is your ancestral home in Guangdong?Can eat anything?I can't hear the accent.

What Gao Zhengbang said before was correct in principle: ordinary people should absolutely not eat ghost food, and if they eat it, they will no longer be able to live.

But those who practice Taoism want to jump out of the three realms and not be in the five elements. The first step is to get rid of all kinds of postnatal constraints with their own aspirations.

Shi Jian decided to spend eight months in Yangshou buying noodles, and finally decided to eat this noodles. These are because he believes in his intuition and judgment in his heart, and is not disturbed by external objects. After completing this step, even if the ghost food itself is not counted Effectiveness, Shi Jian's internal strength of the five poisons will inevitably improve.

As Shi Jian ate, the bowl of hair soaked in water turned into black plain noodles again, the chopped green onions turned into maggots and turned back into chopped green onions again, the plate of toads turned into beef again, and the green toads turned into beef again. Alcohol has also become sake.

Every time Shi Jian took a bite, he felt that the internal strength of the five poisons in his body had been further completed. His face became paler, and the black aura and mana on the skin between the muscles and bones followed the meridian route. At this very moment, the foundation of the Five Poisons Internal Strength can be completed, and the meritorious deeds have just completed.

"Boss, I'll also serve noodles, beef and wine." Gao Zhengbang also understood at this time, and said to the owner of the stall.

"Boss, I want it too." Yan Tong also raised his arms and shouted.

"I'm really sorry for the two guest officers. Today's noodles have been sold out, and it's almost dawn. The small shop should be closed. You two should come back tomorrow." The hunched old man walked over with his legs , said politely.

He completely ignored the large pot of noodles boiling in the iron pot.Capable people, whether they are humans or ghosts, have tempers.

(End of this chapter)