I heard that the aborted monk of the God of Food was about to stuff a mouse into my stomach and then dig out my stomach to cook. My stomach was sour and water was gushing out, which made me feel very disgusting. But at this time, I was in anesthetics and couldn't move at all. Fatty Wang was drunk and tied up. Now I can only rely on the old man Zhang Xingkuo and the woman who were hiding in the dark.

"Little lady, are you willing to come and deal with me with the old man hiding behind the counter? Or are you willing to enjoy these delicacies with me?" As if seeing my intention, the God of Food Son sneered and pointed to the place where Mr. Zhang Xingkuo was hiding. It turned out that he had already discovered something was wrong. The masters of the 12th Palace of the Qing Dynasty were really not vegetarians.

"I. Of course I am on your side of Master." The woman thought about it again and again, but decided to abandon us.

"Okay, I'm informed. Children, drag the old man out!" The God of Food whistle, and then there was a "rustling" sound behind the counter. Countless big rats crawled out with the old man Zhang Xingkuo on their backs.

"Hehe, everyone is here, it's time to start cooking now." The God of Food was useless monk shook his clothes, and actually used magic tricks to find more than a dozen hairless little mice out of his clothes pocket. It seemed that he was going to come over and force me to swallow it.

"Hey, you're so disgusting, right? Let's talk about it, I'm going to vomit if I go on." At this moment, Fatty Wang, who I thought was drunk, opened his eyes and looked at this side with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The God of Food turned his head and looked at Fatty Wang in a little surprised manner, then said, "Who am I? It turns out that he is the famous Fatty Wang in the Tao. I just forgot that I didn't recognize you. But you are now tied to the walrus sutra, and you can't even use your great skills."

"Is that right?" Fatty Wang smiled, then turned around and looked at the walrus scriptures on his body.

"You can try." Although the God of Food was a waste of food, he was also afraid that Fatty Wang would escape, so he hurriedly summoned a group of mice to surround Fat Wang.

"Why are you still standing there? Go find a rope and tie the old man and this guy first. These people are of great use, so I won't eat it for the time being." The God of Food pointed at Old Man Zhang Xingkuo and me, and I thought it must have discovered our identities.

The woman quickly turned around and took the rope, and was about to go over to tie the old man Zhang Xingkuo. But suddenly the rats around her were in a stir, and all her thief's little eyes looked around, and her body began to shake for no reason.

At the same time, there was a sound of down-to-earth and powerful footsteps outside the store, as if someone was approaching the store step by step.

"The smell of Qilin blood! Is it Zhang Qiling? Hurry up, tie them up." The God of Food was useless monk thrust his nose and seemed a little panicked. He took out a knife from his arms and put it on Fatty Wang's neck, while looking at the door of the store with fear.

The woman also looked at the door, looking a little hesitant, but soon she made a decision, took the rope and turned around and started to tie up the old man Zhang Xingkuo. But as soon as she started to do something, the wooden door of the shop sounded crisp and cracked, and a black knife pierced through the wooden door and shot on the back of her neck, pierced through the brain stem and nailed it to her spine. Under gravity, the woman's body and the floor made a sound of a woodpecker hitting the trunk, and she was killed there in an instant without even making a sound.

"The oil bottle, you really have it." Fatty Wang whistled and laughed.

Then I saw a man about twenty-seven or eight years old walking in. His eyes were calm and his eyes were cold, as if he had not been moved at all because of the killing of someone. He was not dressed in his upper body, and had a tattoo of Qilin on his shoulders and arms, which was blue-black, deer antlers and phoenix lanterns, and burning wind and fire. The whole pattern was extremely complex, composed of Qilin and the fire under his feet. However, he seemed to be injured, and his entire right hand was covered in blood.

I looked very familiar with the tattoo, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while? At this time, he walked to the dead woman, pulled half of the black knife from her neck, and knocked off half of the spine that had been brought out from the table next to him. Then he bent down and dripped a few drops of his blood into the mouth of the old man Zhang Xingkuo through the wound of his right hand. Soon, the old man stood up staggeringly.

"Brother, you are so elusive that you almost scared Fatty!" Fatty Wang laughed, and the eyes of looking at the man were filled with various expressions, including excitement, surprise, and a feeling of wanting to cry.

The man ignored Fatty Wang, but just raised the black knife in his hand, pointed at the God of Food and Abandoned Monk, and spit out a few words on his thin lips: "Are you committing suicide, or do you want me to do it?"

"Secret Palace Master, you have a lot of them, please let me go?" The God of Food was extremely scared, and his hands holding the knife were trembling slightly. However, I heard a clue from his words of calling this man "Secret Palace Master". Could this man be also among the 12 palaces of the Qing Dynasty? But why did Fatty Wang know him and seem to be very familiar with him?

"I'm no longer your deputy palace master, let's do it!" The man didn't say much, and after saying a word, he took a step forward.

The God of Food Ghost Grieved his teeth and said, "Since you are not unkind, don't worry about my unrighteousness. Although I can't beat you, I can still kill this fat man before I die."

"Kill me, Fatty Master?" The man did not answer. Instead, Fatty Wang, who was tied up by the walrus scripture, snorted coldly, and then his face became ferocious: "Walrus scripture? This thing is more suitable for binding chickens!"

Then Fatty Wang struggled slightly with his left arm, and the walrus on his wrist suddenly made a crisp sound and broke. He moved like the wind, and his left hand pulled, and he removed all the fixtures on his body one by one. "If it weren't for lying to drink a few good drinks, Fatty wouldn't be too lazy to play the same trick with these children with you."

The God of Food's Abandoned Monk's face changed drastically and he hurriedly retreated. But Fatty Wang had been resentful for a long time, so how could he let him go?

But at this time, Fatty Wang did not have a handy engineer shovel in his hand, so he had to grab the small cart next to him and sweep towards the God of Food and Swallowing Monk. The God of Food and Swallowing Monk had no choice but to raise his arms to block it. The next moment, the God of Food and Swallowing Monk broke his fingers, bent his hands, and cracked his bones, and his two forearms had been broken to the end.

Fatty Wang was so angry that he was about to take action again. The man he called the young man swung the black knife in his hand and stabbed it directly into the heart of the God of Food.

"You are so troublesome!" Fatty Wang cursed and threw the cart away in disappointment.

"Have you ever been in that tomb in Badaling Village?" The man ignored Fatty Wang and just asked coldly.

"Yes, Fatty Master went in and took a walk around, what's wrong?" Fatty Wang said.

"The ghost we are looking for is there." The man spoke again.

"Ghost? What the hell?" I was surprised when I heard this. I also said that there was a ghost from Huo Siyan. But the old man Zhang Xingkuo, who told the story from beginning to end, never mentioned this word again. At this time, the mud oil bottle that came out from somewhere suddenly said this word, and my curiosity suddenly fell off. I hurriedly turned to see how Fatty Wang answered.
Chapter completed!