Chapter 157 Six Seats
Sometimes I really feel that the ancients were quite optimistic.
When I had some spare time, I was thinking about how to live forever.
Not like me.
After practicing pot for a day, I lay on the bed tired and had only one thought.
Otherwise, I’d better not live anymore!
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 350 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
Black Wind Ridge.
Black peaks and jagged rocks.
From a distance, the black air is entwined, like the legendary old demon from Montenegro.
Looking closely at the mist, I felt like someone farted in the wind with every step I took. The smell was so bad that I wanted to faint.
Walking to the mountainside, the fog suddenly disappeared.
A black gate looks like the mouth of a ghost. The black rocks on both sides form a circular city wall that stretches to the end of the sight.
On the black gate, the huge words "Heifeng Village" came into view.
I was afraid that the visitor would not know it, but it turned out that this poor place was a bandit's den and a place for bandits to go.
Zhang Mo sat on the carriage and opened the curtain. At a glance, Zhang Mo felt that he had arrived at the entrance of Yama Hall.
This broken door is quite impressive. Let’s take a look up the mountain. A mess of houses, like a ghost land of Senluo, with ruins and broken walls, all came into view.
"How about we go back!"
Zhang Mo looked at this scene and said slowly.
Yang Shuo, Lao Gou and others next to him all laughed out loud.
They all praised: "The sect leader is very good at joking!"
"Sect Master, your joke is so good that I almost pee from laughing!"
Zhang Mo couldn't laugh himself out, he was telling the truth, but unfortunately no one believed the truth these days.
Sighing, it seems that even the road to hell must be walked, and the gate of hell must be broken through.
In this world, the sentence "Since you have come, you have come" is the most deceptive sentence.
Cheering up, Zhang Mo and others continued to move inside.
The broken road twists and turns, and dust and stones are everywhere. Finally, we arrived in front of the gathering hall of Heifeng Village.
Slowly, a group of demon cultivators came out.
The leading demon cultivator was three-quarters human and seven-cent ghost. Half of his face was that of a handsome young man, and half of his face was just a skeleton.
"It's a great honor to welcome Sect Leader Zhang!"
All the magic cultivators bowed slowly, and Zhang Mo slowly stepped down from the carriage.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, a group of demon cultivators around him suddenly took out various things, startling Zhang Mo.
What is this for?
Are you about to take action now?
Damn it, Moon Demon is too unruly. Even if you are a demon cultivator, your guests will be slaughtered before they even come in. You think they are slaughtering pigs!
Zhang Mo immediately stopped his feet and shouted "Retreat!"
But before the word "withdraw" was uttered, I could hear thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping...
This group of demon cultivators actually started playing music with suona and drums!
Zhang Mo was confused, and after a while he could only utter four words: "So enthusiastic!"
After stepping off the carriage, the sound of the suona immediately became louder.
But Zhang Mo always felt that something was wrong with this song. Wait, this is a song for weddings and funerals.
He doesn't understand the elegance, but he still knows some about the popular stuff. Who hasn't snatched the bride... No, snatched the wedding candy.
Zhang Mo asked the demon cultivator in front of him with a smile: "Is your song about white things or about red things?"
The demon cultivator in front of him dared to lick his big face and replied: "It's nothing. Master Zhang, Lord Moon Demon asked us to welcome you warmly and to play music. We know this song, and we have just learned it, so you can just listen to it." .”
Zhang Mo opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.
Hey, let’s go in quickly. After listening for a while, Zhang Mo felt like he was about to send himself away.
Entering the gathering hall, a wild and wild aura of bandits hit your face.
The floor was covered with animal skins, and the heads of various beasts hung on the walls. Such a big tiger head is placed in the middle of the wall.
Judging from the mouth shape of this tiger, it seems that he is quite unwilling to die, with his mouth open and still cursing "Fuck!"
The surrounding red candles were lit, and the entire lobby was stained with a blood-red color.
In the middle is a large black stone round table, with six huge iron stone chairs already placed beside it.
Hey, no matter where you go, there are chairs like this that freeze your buttocks.
Can't you change it to a softer one? If that doesn't work, there's always wood.
Is it true that magic cultivators don’t get hemorrhoids?
Zhang Mo looked helpless and chose a seat with his back to the door.
This position does not mean that it is good for Feng Shui. The key is that it is close to the door, making it easy to escape.
Behind him, Yang Shuo, Lao Gou and others stood still, eager to crowd Zhang Mo's back. Zhang Mo turned around and took a look, um, okay, it seems that it doesn't matter which way he chooses, the door is blocked anyway.
"So you are the legendary Demon Zhang!"
Suddenly, there were sounds from all around.
Zhang Mo's whole body suddenly tensed up and his butt shrank.
Someone talk? where? where? Who is so advanced in cultivation that he can actually transmit sounds out of thin air?
Amazing!
Zhang Mozheng admired in his heart and looked around.
Next to him, Yang Shuo pointed quickly and said: "Sect Master, in front!"
Zhang Mo looked in the direction Yang Shuo pointed and saw a seven or eight-year-old girl sticking her head out from behind the large round table in the front left.
Oh, it turned out that he was short and was blocked by the table.
Zhang Mo took a closer look and finally recognized it.
"It's you, little girl. This is not the place you should be, leave now!"
Zhang Mo waved his hand and thought to himself that the naughty child dared to run anywhere. Is this the place she should come to?
The little girl suddenly became angry, stood up directly, looked at Zhang Mo and said: "Demon Zhang, don't underestimate me."
Zhang Mo looked at her with confusion on his face. Did I underestimate you?
You are already small!
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, applause came from behind, and the demon cultivator with half a face finally squeezed in from behind Meatball's butt.
"It seems that the two adults know each other. Please wait a moment, the other adults should be here soon. Come, please give the two adults some tea and snacks first."
The half-faced demon cultivator snapped his fingers, and a group of people immediately appeared from the secret door in the corner of the lobby.
They were all wrapped in black clothes and quickly came to the table with plates, tea, and snacks in their hands.
Their movements were completely floating, and Zhang Mo even lowered his head to glance at their feet.
Well, good, no feet and no shadow.
My dear mother!
What a hell today!
Zhang Mo's eyelids trembled a few times and he didn't dare to speak. After the group of black-clothed ghosts put down their things, they quickly left.
Zhang Mo lowered his head and glanced at the tea in front of him. It was as dark as the water that Lao Li had soaked in for a month.
Looking at the so-called dim sum, well, nothing unusual.
It's just two ordinary fingers.
Human fingers!
Zhang Mo turned his head and looked at Yang Shuo and said: "Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable, why don't we leave first. Come back tomorrow!"
Yang Shuo smiled awkwardly and said, "Sect Master, you are joking again."
At this time, shouts suddenly came from outside.
"Congratulations to Sect Master Xiong!"
"Welcome to the Master Miao!"
"Congratulations to King Lu Ghost!"
Three shouts, one after another.
Zhang Mo slowly turned his head, the crowd parted, and several figures strode towards him.