Mother-son resentment:

"Squeak..."

Dong Ming, wearing a black round-neck robe, walked into a slightly shabby Biro's shop.

The shop is not big, and the walls are leaky. It looks like a simple hut built by poor people.

After finding a seat near the door and sitting down, Dong Ming placed the horizontal knife tied around his waist on the table.

Under the dim candlelight, there were only four diners in the room. Three of them glanced at him subconsciously and then looked away without saying a word.

This cold feeling is somewhat incompatible with the moonlight in Chang'an during the prosperous Kaiyuan era.

"Hey, the guest officer is here, what do you need?"

A proprietress wearing coarse clothes casually wiped the stains on her hands, opened the kitchen curtain, and neatly made Dong Ming a pot of hot tea.

"It's freezing cold today. Please warm yourself up with some hot tea, sir."

Dong Ming looked at the landlady who was making tea for him. She kept a thoughtful and polite smile:

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

"Just one of your Biro. Please hurry up, I have to watch the night."

"Okay, a total of four cents, please wait!"

The landlady trotted back to the kitchen neatly.

Suddenly, there was a sound from behind the kitchen, which seemed to be the sound of the proprietress chopping stuffing.

Suddenly, a figure passed by Dong Ming, but it was a guest at another table. He must have finished his meal and was about to leave.

"Crack!"

A book fell beside Dong Ming.

"Hey, brother, your book fell!"

Dong Ming quickly picked up the book and went outside the store, wanting to return the book to the other party.

But some of the quiet streets were actually empty!

"It's weird, where are the people?"

With a trace of doubt, Dong Ming glanced subconsciously - "Qi Tan Yao Yi Zhi"?

Dong Ming flipped through it casually, and found that the yellowed paper that seemed to have been poorly kept was almost completely blank, except for a picture on the first page.

It seemed to be an evil ghost, with green fire coming out of his head, a steel fork in his hand, and a ferocious face.

"Is this... a diagram of the earthly yaksha?"

Dong Ming showed a hint of helplessness. He couldn't find the owner, so he had to put the things next to him and see if he could be found during the night patrol later.

As soon as I returned to my seat, the hot Biluo had been brought out.

Dong Ming was not in a hurry to use his chopsticks, even though what Bi Luo cooked was really fragrant and made people want to eat.

But Dong Ming opened the bilo and stared at the meat filling in the bilo. The filling showed a strange vermilion color.

The landlady smiled warmly and said, "What's the matter, sir? The stuffing for my bilo is chopped on the spot. It's very fresh. People who have eaten my bilo say it's delicious!"

Dong Ming did not raise his head: "What kind of meat is this made of?"

The landlady was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Your Majesty, this is a joke, of course it's pork."

"Although pork is not common now, our family can still buy some."

Dong Ming's eyes were like those of a falcon, with a hint of scrutiny: "Since it's so hard to buy, how can a small shop like yours, a common man's house, find a way to buy pork?"

"And six biroes only cost four cents? Boss lady, I have never done business, but I still have some common sense."

"Are you fooling people... or are you fooling ghosts..."

Just as the landlady was about to speak, Dong Ming slowly grabbed the horizontal knife on the table and spoke quietly:

"A month ago, there was a Bilo's shop under Chang'an Night Market."

"According to the witness's testimony, the customers who went into this store never came out again!"

"Moreover, some mutilated corpses will be found in the place where Biluopu disappeared the next day!"

"Madam boss, most shops only sell sopira. Your place is neither a restaurant nor a government establishment. Your meat...could it be human meat!"

The proprietress stood there with a smile, and the few diners around also stood up one after another.

Dong Ming frowned, and then he realized that these diners had thin faces, with only white eyes left, lifeless and lifeless, and their skin gradually turned purple.

"Living corpse!" Dong Ming's heart sank: "The newly born purple zombie living corpse!"

The proprietress took out a kitchen knife from her apron. It seemed that it had not been cleaned for a long time, and there was a faint red color on the kitchen knife.

"Little guy, if you eat Biluo honestly, you might be able to die less painfully."

"Now, I want you to watch yourself being torn into pieces!"

The landlady's smile had a hint of ferocity. She raised the knife and lowered it. Dong Ming pulled out the horizontal knife and blocked it horizontally.

"clang!"

Dong Ming's arms were numb from the shock. He took a few steps back, relying on the scabbard to stabilize his body.

Dong Ming watched in surprise as the landlady in front of him began to swell all over, her clothes began to get soaked, and there were water stains on her feet!

"Is it actually a water ghost? The water ghost opened a meat shop, which is also... interesting!"

With a sneer, like a tiger descending from the mountain, Dong Ming glared and appeared in front of the landlady in an instant.

The moment he raised his head, his cold gaze and the tightly held horizontal knife slashed directly from the lower body to the boss's throat!

"Hey! Is it so easy?"

Under the sarcastic laughter, the landlady made no move, but the zombie customers beside her rushed over one after another, making hoarse whimpering sounds from their mouths.

Those hands as hard as iron directly grasped Dong Ming's horizontal knife.

"not good!"

The next moment, under the howling wind, one of the living corpses kicked Dong Ming directly in the abdomen.

Under the tearing pain, Dong Ming was kicked out of the store.

"Ahem!"

He stood up staggeringly and looked at the deserted street, which could even be described as dark and deep.

The living corpses came out one after another, followed closely by the proprietress.

At this time, there was a faint red light on her body.

"Yehuo?" Dong Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Damn it! What does the Intelligence Department do for food!"

"This is not an ordinary ghost at all, it is a fierce ghost! There are also several ghost-level living corpses!"

The landlady stared at Dong Ming with a pair of scarlet eyes, and subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth: "Black round robe, ghost face and horizontal sword, you must be from the Soul-Suppressing Department!"

"It looks like flesh and blood. It should taste good when made into bilo!"

Dong Ming said coldly: "It's Chang'an Soul Suppressing Division, ninth grade Soul Suppressing Guard, Dong Ming!"

Dong Ming, who knew that he was in trouble, held the knife in his hand tightly, suppressed the panic in his heart, and rushed towards the boss's wife.

He knows that due to intelligence errors, he narrowly escaped death, but the only chance of survival can only be fought for by himself!

"Little ghost head, just a ninth-grade man, let's just deal with the ghost who just died. Deal with me? I'm dreaming!"

Under the sneer, the landlady disappeared from sight!

"not good!"

Dong Ming's heart sank and he turned around quickly.

"Pfft!"

The blade of the knife penetrated the flesh, and Dong Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood. The coldness of the rapid loss of blood made Dong Ming tremble slightly.

"Plop!"

Dong Ming, who was lying in a pool of blood, began to blink. He clutched the handle of the knife with a look of reluctance.

Is this the end?

I haven't avenged my father and mother who died at the hands of evil spirits, and I haven't found out the truth about their parents' murder. Will I die now?

It’s really... I’m so pathetic...

All I could hear was the crazy laughter of the landlady: "What a brat who overestimates his abilities, carry him in here, I'm going to chop him into pieces!"

"The flesh and blood that has just died is the freshest, and my children will definitely like it, hahahaha..."

What the landlady didn't notice was that the blood that was constantly flowing out had already covered Dong Ming's chest, and had also stained the book "Strange Tales of Monsters" in her arms red.

"Plop!"
To be continued...