Seeing Zhang Jiao drink all the green liquid in the bronze lord.

The two Yin Ji who were snuggling in his arms immediately fell down, filled the wine, and fed it to his lips again.

"Master, please drink again."

Yin Ji's little hand stretched over was slender and cold. When she came into contact, it looked like a cold pool in the deep mountains and valleys. A gloomy feeling was revealed in the cold, and it was not like a living person.

Zhang Jiao seemed to have never felt anything unusual. He hugged the two "people", stretched his neck slightly forward, and sucked his mouth, and drank it all in a bottle of laughter from the two "beauties".

The ghosts who had been watching him in the hall seemed to be very satisfied with his performance. From time to time, ghosts would raise their glasses to him. Zhang Jiao also refused everyone. As long as there were people who raised their glasses, he would immediately drink and return to his greetings.

In an instant, seven or eight cups of green wine entered the stomach.

Ghost Judg, who had retreated among the ghosts, suddenly appeared at his desk and said to him with a smile.

"The mage is so good at drinking. I wonder if this Yinchuan wine can be heard?"

Zhang Jiao immediately smacked his tongue when he heard this and said in savor, "The taste is indeed extraordinary, far better than the wine in the world."

"It's good that the mage likes it. But, does the mage know that every time a living person drinks a cup of Yinchuan, he will have to live for three months. The mage's rich drink will probably last for three years at once. I wonder how the mage still thinks the taste of this fine wine?"

Before the Ghost Judgment finished speaking, the two Yin Ji who were nestling in Zhang Jiao's arms were already looking silly, her charming face was full of resentment, and her eyes were chosen to devour others, obviously hating it for ruining its good things.

Ghost Judgment naturally would not care about the resentment of the two little Yin Ji. He stared at Zhang Jiao's face with a smile, wanting to see what kind of reaction he would react after hearing it.

Regret or angry, or unwilling or resentment?

It was particularly looking forward to his expression.

Zhang Jiao looked at the face that Gui Jue was about to reach in front of him, and turned his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth. He hugged the two Yin Ji who were snuggling harder, and sucked them dry with a slight slap in the air.

"The judge was joking. With this beauty with fine wine, who cares about the lifespan of three or two years? Do you think he is, a beauty?"

He answered while turning his head and said teasingly to the two Yin Ji in his arms.

The two Yin Ji, who had already become gloomy, immediately became charming and obedient when hearing this. They lay in his arms like docile kittens.

"Master, let me give you a cup of wine."

"Haha, the master is really a wonderful person."

The Ghost Judg looked at Zhang Jiao who was trapped in the beauty wine and said something in a stern tone.

The fate star is shaken and the dead energy is revealed.

It seems that this mage will not be long before he will be in the same palace as him. It’s a pity that these two people are so angry that they are so skinny that they are so skinny.

The Ghost Judg looked at the two Yin Ji lying in Zhang Jiao's arms with a little regret, and his figure disappeared quietly on the edge of the desk.

"The future is long, and they have time to spend together in the future. At that time, I will ask the wizard if this beauty is worth it. I think his face will definitely be particularly wonderful at that time."

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Jiao seemed to be unaware of this, but his eyes became more and more gloomy as he raised his head and drank, showing that his heart was not as open-minded as he looked on.

In the main hall.

The King of Fengdu, who was sitting upright above the hall, looked at the ghosts dancing in the hall happily, and suddenly said, "It's almost time, let's start!"

Suddenly, a little devil dressed like a eunuch ran out of the hall, and a sharp and weird voice came out from afar.

"The king has an order, and the auspicious time has come, and hundreds of ghosts celebrate their birthday."

The originally dark hall suddenly became illusory and transparent, and the entire empty Fengdu Ghost City was displayed under the hall, so you can clearly see every part of the city.

In the middle of the ghost town, a group of little ghosts wearing big red robes and covered in snow-white faces took out various instruments to play and sing.

The sounds of erhu suona, gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals instantly spread throughout Fengdu. The originally empty city suddenly fell from the city, with white silks densely filled with birthday greetings.

Countless ghost voices that looked like men and women began to recite the birthday greetings given to the King of Ghosts and Gods.

Amid this endless murmuring, a burst of firecrackers resounded throughout the city, and countless paper money fell from the sky, mixed with ash-like dust flying in the wind.

Countless ghosts walked out of the houses in the city, men, women, old people and young children, wandered like living people in the mottled streets of ancient monuments, and began to perform good shows for the King of Fengdu in the hall.

Skills, fireworks, juggling, big show, community fire, shadow puppetry and other programs.

Some ghosts who cannot perform the show were pulled to Caishikou, where they were filled with various strange torture instruments used for blasting, halving, and snatching heads.

Countless ghosts were placed on these torture instruments one by one, making continuous screams like ghosts and howling.

The entire Fengdu Ghost City seemed to come alive all of a sudden, full of lively atmosphere.

Above the ghost town.

The originally noisy hall immediately became quiet, and the evil ghosts and ghosts sitting on both sides stood up one after another to congratulate the center of the hall.

"I wish you a long life!"

"I wish you a long life!"

Amid the congratulations with ghostly auras, these evil ghosts all became self-destructive.

Some dig out their hearts, some dig out their eyes, and some cut off their tongues...

Countless organs with flesh and blood and ghostly aura were placed on a huge tray and presented to the table in front of the King of Fengdu by eight dwarf-like little ghosts.

He looked at the flesh and blood that was still beating from time to time on the tray in front of him, and a big mouth full of sharp teeth suddenly cracked on his iron-faced and red-haired face. He feasted in this fine wine like plasma, causing countless evil spirits to roll in below.

Zhang Jiao took a quick look at the food that the King of Fengdu was eating, and his stomach started to squirm. However, before he could show it, the King of Fengdu, who was about to bury his head in the flesh and blood, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiao.

"I almost forgot that the mage took the leader, so I should have a reward."

After that, before Zhang Jiao could react, he suddenly grabbed a handful of bloody internal organs from the small amount of flesh and blood in front of him, stuffed them directly into a black gourd that suddenly appeared in front of him, and shook them hard.

Accompanied by a gurgling sound, a hemochromatic sarcoma mixed with white, blue, black, green, yellow and five colors suddenly threw it on the desk in front of Zhang Jiao.

"Master, eat it, this is the reward of loneliness to you."

As soon as the sarcoma fell on the table, it trembled and whirlwind. It was about the size of a golf ball, and it was covered with dense small holes. The five mixed colors appeared from these small holes, which looked extremely disgusting and evil.

It doesn't look like a good thing no matter how you look at it.

Zhang Jiao looked at the group of ghosts in front of him and immediately shouted in his heart.

"I chose to complete the task and return immediately."

This kind of thing that looks like it is not a good thing, and he won't eat it even if he kills him, so he immediately chose the settlement task.

"Confirm that the tasker chooses to complete the task return and is guiding... The guidance failed, and the tasker is under the gaze of the King of Ghosts and Gods Fengdu. Please choose to bring back safely."

"What, does the mage don't like the rewards of the Lone King?"

All the evil ghosts in the hall gathered over, and the eyes of all kinds of vicious evil spirits were like mountains, which made him almost breathless. Just when he showed no desire, he would tore him to pieces and swallow him completely.

"Eat, eat quickly."

The faint ghost sound echoed in his ears, and even the two Yin Ji who were snuggling in his arms began to shout in a low voice.

"Eat quickly, Master. Do you want me to come and feed you?"

Their expressions were ferocious, and the skin that was pierced by white bones on their foreheads was revealed.

Zhang Jiao looked up and saw that his desk was surrounded by countless ghosts. They pulled out their long figures and stared at him with their eyes tightly, looking more and more strange and dangerous.

Zhang Jiao slowly pinched the slippery and nauseous sarcoma, and swallowed it in one mouthful under the watch of countless ghosts.

"Hahaha. OK!"

After seeing his actions, the King of Fengdu laughed loudly, and the ghosts watching around him disappeared immediately and appeared on his seat again, as if the ones who had appeared around him had hallucinations. Even the two Yin Ji around him regained their previous charm and began to pour wine for him again.

Zhang Jiao knocked over the bronze lord who was handed over, and kept rolling around while covering his stomach.

The swallowed sarcoma is like a living octopus, constantly struggling in his body, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are like being pulled by countless hooked suction cups, and every pull is heart-wrenching.

He could even feel that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were constantly gnawing at it, making him feel in pain.

Zhang Jiao started to twitch and wail as if he was crazy, causing the ghosts in the hall to burst into laughter.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Jiao, who was twitching, slowly calmed down. He suddenly got up from the ground and covered his throat and started to retching.

"vomit!"

But he couldn't spit out anything. From the corner of his open mouth, he could only spit out some scarlet blood clots mixed with flesh. It was not until a long time ago that the sarcoma that had been swallowed was reluctant to spit out of his mouth.

This originally colorful sarcoma turned into a ball of pink flesh, which was faintly wrapped with a layer of milky white conjunctiva, like a placenta.

"Dongdong!"

The sarcoma made a sound like a heartbeat, and began to expand and grow bigger.

The conjunctiva wrapped around it was first broken by the sarcoma. Afterwards, tearing marks appeared on the pink skin, as if countless claws were tearing hard inside the sarcoma.

hiss!

A sound like leather was torn apart suddenly came, and the entire sarcoma suddenly cracked. Five ghosts, the size of fists, jumped out from it, threw themselves into Zhang Jiao, kowtowed and bowed.
Chapter completed!