Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

There were clumps of dark red hair floating on the riverbed like river algae.

"Master...Uncle Master!"

Xu Sanchi exclaimed in a low voice, his face full of horror.

In the river next to him, a pale human face emerged from the water, with black eye sockets and eyeballs that had been gouged out long ago.

But at the corner of the woman's mouth, there was a strange smile.

"Don't look!"

Wan Xinrong said in a muffled voice.

In his experience, many evil spirits will not pose much of a threat if you ignore them.

It should be relatively safe on this ferryman's boat.

But the female ghost in the river still refused to give in and followed the boat.

Sad and mournful words uttered from the lips and teeth that were whitened by soaking.

"Why... don't you come and accompany me?"

"Come, come to me..."

There is a unique charm in his words.

Xu Sanchi looked dazed several times and almost fell into the water.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the violent and angry words of the strange man beside him.

"You...are so noisy!"

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the face, and used all his strength to pull the female ghost out of the river.

The dirty river water splashed onto the boat.

Below the human face, there was no skin, no flesh, no bones, only a mass of wet blood-red hair tangled together, like living blood vessels.

"you!"

As fear appeared on the woman's face, her voice became shrill and harsh.

"You, you are..."

Click!

The next second, the person's face was crushed by Anle's big hand.

At the same time, blood-red flames rose up, covering its entire body, and disappeared in an instant.

It made his temperament even more brutal and terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Xu Sanchi was dumbfounded.

Even the three foundation-building cultivators showed strange expressions on their faces.

Even they had never seen such a strange fire.

But after the surprise, Wan Xinrong felt happy.

"He's dead for openly defying the rules of this place!"

However, after looking back at Anle, the ferryman did nothing and continued to row the boat.

As if nothing happened.

The boat was still moving slowly forward.

It's broken. I took Wallace and sprayed for most of the day. I'm weak and powerless. The update tomorrow morning may be a bit uncertain. I'll try my best!

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Chapter 88 Peace Inn

I don't know how long we sailed on the black river water.

The boat finally reached the other side.

During this period, Wan Xinrong wanted to attack Anle several times, but he endured it out of fear.

The five people got off the boat one after another and stepped on solid ground.

The ferryman laughed hoarsely.

"Haha... All my destined friends, have a safe journey!"

Having said that, he drove the boat away.

After the ferryman left, the three foundation-building masters immediately locked onto Anle, their auras were looming, and their spiritual powers were ready to explode.

Anle didn't even look at them and just walked straight forward.

"Here too?"

Wan Xinrong secretly resented that the feeling of being watched never disappeared.

But he couldn't understand why this weirdo could do whatever he wanted?

Is it possible that this strange place is prejudiced?

By the river, the quaint inn stands quietly, catching people's sight.

Two large lanterns were hung at the door, emitting a dark red light, and an eerie and gloomy atmosphere filled the air.

The inn's sign was shabby and looked like it would break if touched lightly.

There are four big characters "Ping'an Inn" written on it.

Wan Xinrong and others were still secretly frightened.

At this time, Anle had already pushed open the door of the inn.

As soon as I opened the door, a waiter in linen clothes came to greet me. He had a yellowed white towel draped over his shoulders and spoke in a quick and generous manner.

"There's a destined person here, please come in!"

This place is both an inn and a restaurant.

There were actually quite a few guests sitting in the hall drinking and eating.

They may clink glasses or chat.

It’s so lively with people coming and going!

Such a scene is quite normal in a restaurant in Akabane Manor, but in such a remote mountain forest, it is horrifying when you think about it carefully.

Anle ignored the gazes of other guests, picked an empty table at random and sat down.

Then, he deliberately changed the way his vocal cords produced sound, his voice became hoarse and rough, and he spoke to the waiter.

"Waiter, bring us your best wine and meat!"

"okay!"

The waiter smiled happily: "Madam, go and ask the chef to prepare the dishes."

"There are still many guests coming today!"

His smile was apparently normal, but it gave people a very incongruous feeling, somewhat weird and indescribable.

The lady boss behind the counter looked to be around thirty years old.

She has an oval face, a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, and a bright red cheongsam that shows off her figure and highlights the charm of a mature woman.

The charm remains.

She smiled and said, "It's so lively. That's great."

Not long after.

Four people from Ziyun Sect also walked in from outside the door.

Seeing this unusually lively scene, everyone's expression was solemn, but they still followed the waiter's instructions and carefully found an empty table to sit down.

Since we have entered this strange place, we must act according to the rules here.

Otherwise, even if you have established your foundation, you will die miserably!

Before the "wine and meat" were served, Anle observed the guests next to him with his peripheral vision.

Their appearance and demeanor were no different from those of ordinary people; even the food they ate and the wine they drank exuded enticing aromas, as if they were real food.

However, the clothes he wore were relatively old-fashioned.

A strange smell mixed with mud and blood lingered in the air.

"Sir, the wine and meat you requested are here!"

The waiter came over excitedly, carrying a wooden tray.

After placing the bottle on the plate on the table, he tilted his head and was about to speak when his head suddenly fell from his shoulders.

With a "thump", it fell to the ground.

It rolled twice before stopping.

Xu Sanchi, who had been paying attention to this side, felt his heart pounding, opened his mouth, and almost screamed out.

The guests nearby all looked normal, as if they didn't notice anything, and they were eating while chatting and laughing.

The waiter stopped walking and apologized to Anle with a smile on his face.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry."

His headless body walked towards the head, but a dark shadow flashed by his side.

The big hand covered with [Armor] picked up the head with one hand.

The waiter trembled violently and his face changed suddenly.

"Sir, you are..."

He felt that the other party's palm contained violent power, and his head would be shattered with just a slight squeeze.

There was also an indescribable fierce aura falling on him.

【The power of Si Tian! 】

Anle smiled grimly and said, "Don't get me wrong, I always enjoy helping others."

As he said this, he placed the head back on the waiter's bowl-sized scar and considerately helped him adjust the position.

"I help you, you help me, and everyone is happy."

"But if someone wants to harm me, then I have no choice but to ..."

Anle patted his shoulder, and the blood-colored substance on [Kai]'s face twisted, revealing a "kind" smile.

"Yes, I understand."

The waiter's body trembled slightly. He nodded in response and dared not to make any other movements.

On the side, Wan Xinrong looked at Anle's actions coldly and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

"In this strange place, he dares to act so recklessly and arrogantly. This is simply a way to his death!"

"He is just a reckless man, nothing to be afraid of."

Wan Xinrong has already foreseen the future of this weirdo.

Even if he didn't take action himself, the other party would sooner or later anger the evil spirits and die under their siege.

Anle took a look at the wine and meat served, but of course he didn't eat anything.

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Blood-red fireworks ignited out of nowhere, enveloping the food and drinks.

In the firelight, densely packed, tangled snakes, insects, rats and ants let out shrill screams, quickly shrunken into charred masses, and were devoured by the bloody flames.

The pungent and foul smell spread instantly.

In an instant, the bustling hall fell silent.

The people who were drinking and eating just now stopped what they were doing, turned their heads and stared at Anle.