He Xiyun felt that He Qingmo was not as aimless as them, but she came for someone or something, but she didn't ask about it if the other party didn't say it.

The chapter was originally unpleasant to He Qingmo, and he was not happy to stay with them when he saw this. He walked a few steps and went to the front.

The lights are on the rise, and the sparks on earth are on earth.

Looking up, lanterns are connected together, shining brightly on the bustling crowd, illuminating the secluded lights and shining in the daytime.

As the Zhongyuan Festival approaches, many stalls have ghost masks, with ferocious and lifelike faces, and playful and cute colorful. For life, the Zhongyuan Festival is not a sad and memorable color, but can also worship ghosts and gods, pray for blessings and peace, bless the weather and good weather, and have a healthy family.

He Qingmo and the other two are monks, and they do not have the habit of V Zhongyuan Festival. They just treat it as tourists, and they are folk customs in Youdu, and they are just a quick look at the flowers.

The people around him chatted and drifted in their ears from time to time.

"Dad, why don't we burn paper? Didn't we burn paper last year?" This was asked by the ignorant child.

"Nonsense, it's only on the fifteenth day of every year that you burn paper. You remember it wrong."

"Eat roast duck that day on the burning paper!"

"Just think about eating! That is the sacrifice to ghosts and gods. Only after the ghosts and gods eat, we will use it. Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be caught as a substitute!"

"What is a stand-in?"

...

The voice of the child teaching him a lesson fell farther and farther behind him. He Xiyunqi was scolded by his master when he was a child and couldn't help but smile.

"There is a noodle stall over there. Why don't you go and sit there?"

If He Qingmo proposed, the chapter would definitely be ignored, but he would give He Xiyun face.

The three of them sat down after looking for a seat. He Xiyun called out the bowl of cat ears, and He Qingmo and Zhang Jie wanted the noodles.

A full bowl comes with enough ingredients, but the money is very cheap. You can’t buy such a bowl of noodles in Luo.

When I read He Qingmo eating noodles, I couldn't help but laugh at him: "I haven't been from the family of fellow Taoists, but I am just like us. I think you are fasting every day!"

He Qingmo was plain and simple: "Fast can be fasting, and fellow Daoist Zhang can do it, but if it weren't for the deep mountains and forests, who would have to treat himself harshly?"

He Xiyun was afraid that they would quarrel again, so he interrupted: "My cat's ears are too light and they don't have half salty taste. Where are you?"

Chapter: "Mine doesn't taste much."

He asked the boss that he wanted to add salt and vinegar himself, but even if he put it, his bowl of sauerkra noodles would be light and boring.

The three of them were a little disappointed and hurriedly finished the noodles and checked the bill and left the noodle stall.

"I think there is something special about Youdu East? Noodles are not expensive, but such a light noodles are like drinking boiled water. Why are there so many people eating them? They can't taste them?" Chapter couldn't help but complain.

He Xiyun felt aware, took a few steps and turned back.

There are indeed many customers at the noodle stall.

They just ate noodles without talking, as if they were hungry for three days and three nights.

But judging from their dress, they were clearly dressed neatly. Although they could not be considered wealthy and noble, they would not be able to afford a bowl of noodles.

He Xiyun's heart felt a strange feeling.

She looked at the noodle stall owner.

Later, they seemed to have noticed something, and just looked up. The two looked at each other for a while, then smiled at He Xiyun.

A weird, weird smile.

He Xiyun's hair exploded, and he suddenly turned around and rushed in three or two steps~ the boss.

The noodle stall owner was startled by her.

"What did this lady do?"

He Xiyun stared at the other party with her beautiful eyes.

The boss has an innocent face and is frightened by her momentum. He doesn't dare to retreat.

There was no abnormality, and it seemed like her illusion.

He Xiyun turned around and looked at the guests at each table.

Someone just finished eating and got up and left. The meal money was put down on the table, and only one table was waiting for noodles. The family of three talked and laughed.

"Fellow Daoist, what's wrong?"

He Qingmo's voice sounded in his ears, and He Xiyun let go of the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It's nothing, but I've read it wrong, where is Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

He Qingmo didn't care: "Maybe he's gone soon, he's gone."

The crowds are coming and going, and you can’t see the shadow of the chapter at a glance?

It doesn’t matter if you don’t get separated. You’re not a child anymore. You always go back to the inn by yourself.

He Xiyun felt something was wrong.

She walked out with He Qingmo for a while, and couldn't help but look back at the noodle stall.

When he saw this, his face turned pale.

"Where is the noodle stall?!"

He Qingmo turned around and there was something wrong with x.

The huge noodle stall disappeared in place, and the place became a stall selling sugar cakes.

"Selling sugar cakes! Selling sugar cakes! Will the wife of Langjun come up with a piece of sugar cake, keep it sweet!"

The vendor also changed his appearance, not the middle-aged noodle stall owner just now.

He Xiyun: "Where is the noodle stall just now?!"

The vendor was puzzled: "What kind of noodle stall? There are no noodle stalls nearby. I have been selling sugar cakes here for two years!"

He Xiyun wanted to say something else, but He Qingmo held it down.

She was dragged aside.

"These people are not monks."

"But just now..."

"I feel uncomfortable since I entered the city." He Qingmo said. He thought he couldn't smell the Buddha lotus and sandalwood, and didn't care. Until this moment, the alarm bell in his mind was made, which belonged to the monk's own vigilance.

He knew that it was this ubiquitous breath that made him feel uncomfortable.

Those breaths are not sandalwood, not the turbid air that collides one after another, but—

Ghostly spirit.

Like smoke, it is ubiquitous and ghostly aura.

"Look!" He Xiyun suddenly raised his voice and suddenly lowered his voice, "What is that!"

He Qingmo looked at the candy cake that was inserted into a bamboo stick. The sugar cake that was originally white, plump, soft and attractive, slowly squirmed under the lantern.

A huge maggot.

The noodles they just ate...

He Xiyun didn't dare to continue to go deeper, and she felt that she could no longer eat noodles.

He Qingmo suddenly reached out to grab the candy cake vendor, and the other party let him hold it in his hand, without struggling, just dragging his tone and begging for mercy softly.

"Lang, Jun, you, what, what, what?"

With a little force, the head on the vendor's shoulder was shaken down and rolled away.

"Kill, man, right!"

"You, kill, man!"

There were many questions around, and questions were ringing, but these questions were all gloomy and didn't look like those who came from living people.

Looking around, the crowd who were originally wandering looked at them. On their side, He Xiyun even saw her back facing them, her figure still changed. Her head turned in half, her eyes were staring straight at her V, each of them had expressionless expressions, but the corners of her mouth were wide open, as if she was wearing a mask, terrifying from head to toe.

This is not a night market, it is clearly a ghost market!

With a pair of hands stretched out~They, the long sword behind He Qingmo was unsheathed and slashed out ruthlessly. When the sword light rose and fell, countless white bones fell to the ground, but more people surrounded him, and they could not kill them no matter how hard they were.

And the two of them were already surrounded.

He Xiyun used his spiritual power, but his dantian was empty and there was nothing. Looking at He Qingmo again, although his sword was powerful, it was just the breath brought by the sword edge itself, not the spiritual power to control the sword.

Where is their spiritual power?!

"You can stay here if you kill someone."

There was a chuckle from somewhere, and the resentment seemed to be far and near, but it was like a tangible force, pulling thousands of ghost hands and embracing He Qingmo and the others.

In a critical moment, a hand stretched out from behind and put it on his shoulder.

He Qingmo Yuan cut open, but his hand seemed to be expected, easily bypassing the attack and pressing his arm.

"Come with me."
To be continued...