Folk custom: At the beginning of the wedding, the bride takes off her painted skin

Chapter 17 A handful of rice
With chaotic footsteps, rotting corpses walked out of the courtyard one after another, and all walked towards the candle that lit up the earthly world.

[People light Yin candles and ghosts eat incense. In the secular world, Yin candles have a fatal attraction for evil spirits. If you light Yin candles in this small town full of filthy living beings, the ghosts who follow the smell will soon come to you. You devour it, hoping that you will still have a skull left after being eaten, and your survival points will be +4 (green). 】

Li Daoxuan looked at the words that appeared on the panel and tightened the butcher's knife in his hand.

You can already see the ghost slave coming out of the alley ahead.

He glanced at Zheng Yuan next to him.

"In a time of chaos among the five turbidities, food and grain will never be destroyed. If I can't answer this later, it means I'm polluted."

Zheng Yuan looked calm.

Seeing more and more ghost slaves on the street ahead, he took action.

Li Daoxuan felt as if something was about to come out of his body, and then a strong smell of sewage came out of him.

Li Daoxuan held his breath.

The next moment, he saw raindrops falling in both directions on the street where the two of them were standing.

The raindrops fell on those ghost slaves, making a sound of burning flesh and blood.

There was a sizzling sound, and then the smell of burning carrion filled the street. A steady stream of ghost slaves were burned and fell down by the rain, and even their bones became fragile after coming into contact with these raindrops.

'Is this the method of an eighth-rate bather? '

Li Dao

The ghost slaves fell one after another, but suddenly, Li Daoxuan felt that the scene in front of him was in a trance. He quickly turned around and smeared blood on his eyelids.

Zheng Yuan stopped, and Li Daoxuan knew that he was contaminated without even asking.

Because he had already seen a pair of footprints on the street.

The footprints formed by rice, ask the rice ghost, here it comes.

It walked very fast and hurriedly, heading straight towards the Yin Candle.

"You go, leave this candle to me, and I'll let you go."

A gloomy voice sounded on the street, sending chills down the backs of those who listened.

A pair of footprints squatted next to the Yin Candle, as if they were swallowing something. The Yin Candle, which originally burned slowly, was now burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, you said it."

Li Daoxuan helped the contaminated Zheng Yuan leave, but the moment he turned around, he wiped Zheng Yuan's eyes with his right hand.

At the same time, Li Daoxuan felt as if there was something behind him. His back felt cold, and the energy and blood on the panel began to slip.

The ghost's words sounded behind him.

"You believe what the ghost says, you really deserve to die."

Li Daoxuan's oil sale selected it, but this time it seemed to have run out of money, and only threw out two incense ash. But just when it thought it was okay, it fell into chaos.

"Shoot-"

Two pots of hot oil were poured on it one after another. With the help of the scalding hot oil, Li Daoxuan finally got a rough look at the ghost's figure.

It was a dwarf no more than one foot in size. It screamed and roared in pain, making those who heard it feel depressed.

The chaotic effect of selling oil lasted for less than one breath before being lifted.

Just when Wen Mi Gui was about to escape, Li Daoxuan seemed to see a wooden barrel buckled on Wen Mi Gui in a blur.

Zheng Yuan takes action!
Under Li Daoxuan's gaze, Zheng Yuan, an eighth-rate [Bather], took a step forward and muttered a few words. He stretched out his right hand, bent his index and middle fingers, and knocked heavily on the barrel.

"Boom-"

A sound like a bell echoed in the street.

An eighth-rate bather actually has three common techniques... Li Daoxuan suddenly realized that when Zheng Yuan wanted to knock it a second time, the barrel disappeared and the ghost bit him directly on the arm.

"what!!"

Zheng Yuan's face twisted and he screamed in pain. In just a moment, his hands turned livid.Li Daoxuan used his last attempt to sell oil.

Wenmi Gui, who had long since lost the incense ash, had to fall into confusion again. Fortunately, he finally let go of Zheng Yuan's right hand.

The latter struck out again with his backhand.

The vulgar technique came, and this time it seemed that it had hit some key point, and it directly knocked the Wen Mi Gui into silence.

Li Daoxuan seized the opportunity and flicked his waist, pouring out two pots of hot oil one after another.

This time, the rice ghost didn't scream anymore, but I vaguely saw it move twice, and then stopped moving. The pair of footprints made of rice also gradually changed, turning into a small handful of white rice.

[In a troubled world of five turbidities, you and the eight-flow bather successfully subdued Ichijian turbidity. Your survival points are +22 (green). 】

[You are in the chaotic world of the five turbidities and are complacent because of a small success, but what you don't know is that the world has just recovered, and the five turbidities are all in the chaotic stage, and they grow much faster than those who eat grain. 】

Looking at the words on the panel, Li Daoxuan did not deny that he was indeed a little happy at this time.

A kind of joy of surviving a disaster.

The number of oil sales has been exhausted, and there are only two oil cans left on his waist. If this ghost is more difficult to deal with, I am afraid he will really die here.

Zheng Yuan did the same. After seeing the rice ghost turned into materials, he also sat down against the wall, holding his injured right hand.

Seeing Li Daoxuan's gaze, he grinned, raised his intact left hand and gave a thumbs up.

"If it weren't for you, I would have died here this time."

"Master Zheng is joking."

"It's already this time. Why do you still call me Master Zheng? Just call me Uncle Zheng."

Zheng Yuan smiled and waved his hands, which made it easier to talk, but his face was still uncomfortable.

Li Dao

Except that the foundation in his body was consumed too much and he felt a little empty for a while, he only felt that his body was exceptionally good, and even the bright moon in the sky broke through the clouds.

And because those ghost slaves lost the source of pollution, they also rotted quickly on the streets. After a while, the streets were filled with a strong smell of the dead.

Li Daoxuan felt as if he was about to suffocate. The two looked at each other and stood up, looking at the white rice on the ground.

This is the good stuff.

"Take it out first and then talk."

Li Daoxuan suggested.

Zheng Yuangang wanted to say that he might not be able to take this thing away without something suitable, but he saw Li Daoxuan taking off a shroud that was still squirming from his waist.

He even has a shroud ghost...Zheng Yuan once again doubted Li Daoxuan's identity.

Bai Mi, who was struggling fiercely at first, immediately stopped struggling after the shroud was put on.

Li Daoxuan effortlessly wrapped it in a shroud and hung it around his waist again.

"go!"

Both ends of the street were blocked, so the two had to pass through the nearby houses and come to another street, and then they completely escaped.

One night passed, and the sky was already turning white.

Both of them had a look of relief on their faces.

But before he had gone far, Li Daoxuan saw two people, a man and a woman, at the door of Huang Shiyuan's house in the middle of the town. They were Zhou Xu and Huang Hu.

Huang Hu had a relaxed smile on his face.

Li Daoxuan also discovered that he was filled with a... deathly aura.

His father is dead.

He became a grain eater.

(End of this chapter)