Jiang Futing frowned and immediately turned around coldly to look into the distance.

This feeling of being in the light and being in the dark makes him feel very uncomfortable, and he feels passive when he lets others control it, not to mention that he has never liked to be led by others.

The person who followed him was also very cautious and kept a distance of at least 100 meters every time, which caused Jiang Futing to quickly dodge once he noticed something was wrong.

Jiang Futing stroked his fingertips, looked up at the floor above, and then he sneered and slowly walked into the building.

This building is said to be a grocery store, but it is actually built in the department store in the living room.

Because the building is tall, even if the buildings from decades ago had about twenty floors, a seller could occupy forty or fifty square meters of space for his own use.

The first floor to the third floor are the third floors that make Jiang Futing feel the most uncomfortable.

Because these three layers sell all meat or human meat, and each layer has a special classification.

As soon as I entered, a strong smell of blood spread everywhere.

After walking in it for a long time, Jiang Futing even felt that these smells had been marinated into his soul and could not be dispelled.

As for the first floor, it is just meat sold.

At first glance, the legs, hands, stomach, etc. were all arranged in an orderly manner in the air, just like the scene of walking in the vegetable market in the past and seeing pork, beef and mutton.

Jiang Futing accelerated his pace to the second floor.

Just at the door, I saw two pale heads hanging on each side of the door frame.

Sweeping in, eyes, nose, and mouth are neatly piled on the plate, and the other half is the heart, lungs and other things, which look even more bloody than the first layer.

The smell of blood cannot be concealed even if I hold my breath, and I try my best to seep into your soul.

What's even more funny is that there is a ghost next to the door, holding his eyes in his hand, as if he had not negotiated with the stall owner because the price was not approved, and he was yelling with the stall owner with a wide eyes.

And the number of ghosts in this layer is obviously more than twice as many as the first layer.

As for the third floor, it is just a bone selling, probably because the bones are useless, so few ghosts are walking around.

He has no physiological feedback now, so he can only be very disgusted psychologically, and then never stops again, rushing upwards in one breath.

Those who come here basically follow the rules and enjoy it slowly.

As a result, a sudden appearance appeared at this moment not only did not have eyes, but also did not follow the rules!

Just as Jiang Futing's sinister wind swept over and brought down several ghosts, many ghosts glared at him angrily, and then wanted to cause trouble for him.

Jiang Futing happened to find the floor he was looking for and suddenly stopped.

The cold and terrifying face emerged from the thick gray air, and the ghosts who followed him to make trouble for him were scared back without any energy.

This floor is a place where groceries are really sold, and there are all kinds of weird things.

Some are brought from the underworld, and some are brought from the world of the world.

Jiang Futing passed by a shop selling talismans and suddenly paused, feeling the name of a piece of talisman paper hanging in front of the stall to make a sign, looking a little familiar.

Thousands of flavors.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the talisman paper.

When the boss saw this, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "Sir, you really have vision. This talisman of all kinds can make you... wrong."

The man seemed to smell the breath of his soul and changed his mouth with a very eye-catching look: "You can let ghosts like us taste the deliciousness of the world again! A talisman is one hour, no time or place to choose, once you use it

, you can experience the best of living people

Great happiness.”

"fart!"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, an opponent shouted: "How can the happiness of a living person be important to the desire for his mouth? People say that eating, drinking and having fun, why is the word "le" ranked last? It is because the word "le" is the most important

Important and difficult to obtain.”

Jiang Futing seemed to have no interest in disturbing their business war, and his expression became cold due to the quarrel.

But obviously the opponent is not good at seeing his family, so there is probably a reason why the business is not good. He is still shouting:

"Sir, I tell you, if people want to have fun, why should those who are ghosts be deprived of this right? Look at me, there is also a 'Tianshi Baiwei Talisman', which is worth 12 hours, which is worth one more than his one.

The garbage in Shichen is much better!”

As he said that, he took it out and showed it: "I tell you that once you use this talisman, you will never be a ghost, and contact with people is nothing."

"What's even better is that we ghosts can do what people can do." He said, his tone gradually became ambiguous.

Jiang Futing had a expressionless face, with no intention of cooperation.

He became lustful, and he couldn't use such a small thing to directly criticize people, so he coldly put it on, "Then you just use it yourself." Then the two bosses were bored and dared not speak out.

He walked away while watching.

Although the two bosses were a little noisy just now, he didn't stand there and listen to them talking nonsense.

Because the terrain of the building is different from outside, one layer after another, it is difficult to follow, so he stood there listening to the nagging for a while. He clearly noticed that the ghost who was following him had also entered this floor.

Jiang Futing bent down the corner of his mouth, and there was a stall in front of him crowded with enthusiasm.

He got in like a good thing, walked to the corner of the stall, and suddenly turned to the side.

Then he turned a corner in less than ten steps, and in just one floor, he almost walked out of the bends and turns. On the way, he took a scent of the soul-hiding fragrance from a shop.

Although he was not slow in his steps, the ghost following him began to become impatient.

Anyone who follows him with a little brain should realize that he has discovered his stalking.

Otherwise, why bother to cover this floor?

Jiang Futing could already feel his stance from the ghost behind him, keeping his stalking rhythm.

The only thing he couldn't understand was what the origin and purpose of his ghost was.

He asked himself that he was not arrogant in his daily life and did not attract enemies, so why did something beg him when he arrived here?

Could it be specially sent by the Eternal Sect?

Although I think it is unlikely, if it is true, it will be too terrible whether Fan Congwen is a prescient or aware of him.

He paused and once again skillfully turned to the other side of the shop.

But this time he did not continue to move forward, but focused and stood there waiting for the rabbit.

The ghost following behind him had obviously consumed the last bit of hunting patience and rushed forward impatiently.

Just as it arrived at the corner of the shop, a cold and strong wind blew up like countless knives!

The thing didn't even have time to react, and the strong sense of crisis made it suddenly pause and froze in its original place like a dead corpse.

Many evil ghosts around him also felt this terrifying aura, subconsciously retreated, and tacitly made a small circle of empty space around him.

Jiang Futing pinched its neck and looked at it for a moment. A trace of surprise flashed through his dark eyes.

He actually smelled the soul in this thing

The taste became colder.

He said indifferently: "Who sent you?"

The ghost in front of him was dressed in a handsome manner, with gentle eyebrows and eyes. Under natural conditions, the ends of his eyes were slightly drooping, which looked very easy to get along with.

But obviously, he was so scared that he was a little scared by Jiang Futing's momentum of fighting without saying anything.

He stared at his eyes in horror, and the corners of his eyes looked even more innocent.

"Pie...Pie..." He finished stutteringly: "No...no one sent me."

The countless pairs of watching the fun were all focused on this.

Jiang Futing knew that this was not a good place to do it, so he pulled the unknown guy in front of him and floated to the edge of the arena.

No matter when this place comes or what you have experienced, it will not prevent the evil spirit from looking for bloody stimulation and pleasure here.

The blood was boiling outside the field, the ghost howling that resounded through the sky, and the shrill wailing in the field due to failure, seamlessly merged together.

Just listening to the sound can make people excited and involuntarily fall into this irrational feast.

Jiang Futing was not affected at all. He forced the ghost in his hand to watch the grand scene and said calmly: "Doesn't it look very exciting?"

The ghost was scared to the point of being afraid to speak.

The arena enjoys a great reputation in the ghost realm, so who will not know who comes here!

Jiang Futing said lightly again: "I am a person with precious time and I don't have much patience. If you have anything, it's best to explain it clearly at once, otherwise..."

He glanced at the ghost in his hand: "Don't blame me, I won't give you a chance to finish your words."

The ghost trembled fiercely, his cold and ruthless tone, coupled with the face that looked like he crawled out of the bloody battle.

It had no doubt that the person in front of him would really throw himself into the arena, and immediately explained: "I! I didn't follow you on purpose!"

After he shouted, he took a breath and Jiang Futing's cold light swept over, and he quickly continued to say:

"I'm just a rare sight to see a soul like me in this place. I feel that you are very powerful. I can't help it. I was curious..."

As it spoke, it became less confident and less confident, and its voice gradually became like: "I will follow you."
To be continued...