Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Vol 3 Chapter 92: Gu Liquor

The day of the Bacchus sacrifice.

The grievances are condensed, covering the clouds and the sun, and the world is dizzy.

It's noon.

On the contrary, mist gradually appeared in Xiaoshui City, and the siltation gradually deepened and lingered.

There was no end to the hustle and bustle of the streets and alleys, and the fog was full of people's heads, men, women and children, all with a smiley face printed by a mold, facing the same direction-the temple of wine.

The kiln is brightly lit.

The sway of the fire reflects the densely packed figures on the corridor of the deep well. They are all the nobles in the city and the owners of the wine shops. But if you take a closer look at the fire, they will show some inhumanity, although they are in human form. Claws, long tails... the demons and ghosts looked at the altar at the bottom of the kiln in full sounding.

On the altar, the statue of Bacchus still toasted and lay down, with a cool attitude, inevitably the dark spots climbed up on the face, the expression of the people who originally smiled at Xiaoshui at this time actually showed a bit of evil and ridicule.

Before the idol.

A witch is dancing an exaggerated and magnificent dance.

The witch wore a painted Nuo face and couldn't see her face clearly.

She was dressed in a bright red vest, with a dragon horn in her left hand and a bell knife in her right hand, with a flexible posture and agile movements.

I can't help spinning and jumping on the stage.

Like a fire lotus blooming slowly.

The view is dazzling, fascinating, and even more confusing.

Qing Ping, who originally presided over the ceremonies, was good at rituals, but in an old manner, where are the dancers on the stage so graceful?

But if it weren't for Yu Mei, who was it on stage?

…………

Hidden in the crowd.

Magic Butterfly was a little restless.

Its gaze stared at the dancing maiden on the Buddhist platform for a while, and for a while, like all the larva demon puppets hiding in the corridor, it carefully identified every face in the kiln.

where is it?

Who is it?

Yumei's accomplice.

After Shuiyueguan was burned to the torch, Magic Butterfly finally determined that Yu Mei had another force beside him.

This force didn't dare to challenge itself head-on. It shouldn't be strong, but it was cunning enough. It lurked in the dark like a poisonous snake, covered by the action of the eyebrows, quietly accumulating venom in order to prepare for a fatal blow.

Just like the original self.

Fandie also guessed the identity of his accomplices.

There is no feedback from outsiders in the illusion, so this force should come from within the illusion.

Is it a rampant to be left behind?

Or a demon who awakened in chaos?

Now, what choice will they make?

Do you know how to avoid it?

Or risk your death to rescue Yumei?

The phantom butterfly is not sure, but it does not prevent it from throwing bait and setting traps.

…………

time flies.

On the platform.

After some weird and tedious ceremony.

The Bacchus Festival finally came to the most important part.

Select the wine chief.

Just like the thousands of reincarnations in the past.

The wine chief came to Yan's house.

The owner of Yanfang was so happy that he immediately opened the wine kiln and scattered with the whole city.

So this fine wine mixed with special "condiments" was scattered from the wine kiln to the ring corridor, and from the wine temple into the hands of everyone celebrating the festival in Xiaoshui.

Then we celebrated together in the city, and we toasted and drank together.

Bacchus kiln.

The magic butterfly gently rubbed the wine glass.

Watching the people around them drank the wine in one cup amidst laughter and laughter.

The restlessness in my heart then vented away.

It leaned over and looked at the Yu Mei who was presiding over the **** of thanks on the altar at the bottom of the kiln, with an inexplicable smile on its face.

Then he retreated into a dimly lit corner.

Slowly sip the wine.

Patient and calm.

It's like a spider that weaves a net and waits for its prey to come.

…………

Magic Butterfly understands how the Taoist priest once felt.

The trap was carefully laid, but the prey never meant to appear.

Yes.

Until the end of the whole celebration, the accomplice of Yumei that Huadie had imagined never appeared.

It walked out of the temple in a gloomy mood.

at this time.

The fog gradually disappeared.

Standing on the high stone steps in front of the temple.

The misty outline of the distant mountains, the winding waterways nearby, the row upon row of houses, and the crowds all over the street are all in sight.

The block in the chest will soon be wiped out.

It suddenly burst into laughter.

What if there are ants hiding in the dark?

The demons all drank the Gu wine, and the illusion was already under control!

Just swallow the Huai Ling, and then use Gu wine to control the demons in the city and develop their ethnicity. Why can't you build a big demonic nation on this fertile soil!

Just as it hesitated, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd around him.

"Hey, look, someone."

"How did he get up?"

"It seems to be a Taoist priest."

Huandie felt a bit in his heart, and followed the prestige.

...

On the high roof of the Temple of Wine, Li Changan stood with his sword.

Under the filthy sky covered with dark spots, his linen robes studded with patches actually showed a delicate smell.

Taoist priests look down high.

Soon I found the face of Huandie that was extremely distorted because of incredible disbelief.

He showed a big smile at the other party.

Throw away what has been prepared.

And then sent a warm and polite greeting:

"Supper's coming to Japan, Mom messes with Faker."

...

The magic butterfly is like a demon.

His eyes were involuntarily attracted by the thrown thing.

Wait for it to recover.

That thing was actually held in the palm of his hand.

Of course it knows something is wrong.

But the body seemed to be steaming with inexplicable heat, which caught its eyeballs and made it align firmly with the object in the palm.

A heart.

A bright red heart permeated with spirits.

Huandie recognizes this mass of flesh and blood in his hands, or in other words, he has eaten it countless times during the proud days of the spring breeze-this is the heart of the Tai Sui Demon!

However, shouldn't the Tai Sui Demon be extinguished in the fire of Shuiyueguan?

A faint thought arose in Huadie's heart. This thought was so clear that the truth could be seen only through the layers of membranes, but before it was to be broken, a scent of blood and wine arose suddenly.

He broke his teeth arbitrarily, squeezed through his throat, got into his stomach, and finally caught his intestines and slammed.

"Guru."

The internal organs rang, shouting the same word.

hungry!

Very hungry!

Go crazy with hunger!

However, Phantom Butterfly is not actually hungry. Last night, in order to fill the deficiency of the essence, it forcibly swallowed the iron bite into its stomach, and now it has some indigestion.

So this point of hunger is more like an illusion, a dream bubble, which disappears in the blink of an eye.

But its expression became puzzled from this, and then distorted by horror.

I don't know when, the street has become quiet, as if it was a little bit of excitement and hunger just now, just an illusion that can't help but test.

The mist will not disperse, and it will linger thinly on the streets, making the whole city like a bubble that bursts at once.

Huandie raised his head.

Seeing the surroundings, no, the whole city is full of red eyes.

Staring at yourself.

Staring at the flesh and blood in his hands.

As a demon, the phantom butterfly shuddered unexpectedly, and it immediately urged the Gu wine in the belly of the people around it. However, another thing in the body of the people around him arrogantly overwhelmed the illusion, and that was something more rooted in instinct-hunger.

"Guru."

It was the howl from the belly of a woman on the stone steps. Her eyes stared straight, and the corners of her mouth were salivating. The eyes widened and the corners of the mouth cracked and opened. Gradually, the whole face was covered with blood-red eyes and fullness. The huge mouth of the tooth.

"Guru."

This is a tourist on the attic of a street hotel. He is leaning on the railing, pads his feet, and desperately sticks out his head to look over, his neck is getting longer and longer, winding down from the stairs, his face is full of inexplicable desire.

"Guru."

This is the baby in the arms of a woman on the street. He stared from his mother's arms and looked at him with wide-eyed eyes. He couldn't see clearly, so he opened densely on his forehead, behind his ears, on his neck, on his elbows... Red eyes.

"Guru."

The plague of sound generally spreads in the fog.

Grunt.

...

Phantom Butterfly finally pierced the film in his mind.

Its hideous face suddenly looked back.

Behind.

In front of the gate of the Temple of Wine.

Yu Mei's side.

The two demon puppets have long been in front of the corpse temple.

Li Changan held a bell knife, wrapped the blue light, and cleanly cut off the confinement it left on Yumei.

"kill him!"