Chapter 147 Demonic Banquet
If there is no accident, this person is the undertaker of the real person realm, 'Fake Nanfei', known as the fake real person.
As he spoke, he spilled the wine glass in his hand, and the wine turned into mist, covering everyone in the hall. The only few who remained awake suddenly changed their complexion, but they could not move. Seeing the wine entering their mouths, their eyes gradually became hazy.
Wang Zijia looked at the smoky wine in the hall, and his eyes were a little bright. Of course, he didn't dare to be blind at this moment, but just took two sips as if it was a good wine.
"Value +1023!"
"Good wine!"
"Happy!"
"Another dance!"
"······"
At this time, all kinds of bold words rang in the hall, as if Wang Zijia saw such a fairy banquet performed in the hall a thousand years ago.
"How can it be beautiful if there is wine but no food!"
As the fake real person in the main seat spoke, plates of delicious delicacies floated in front of everyone.
Spiritual fruits, essences, and nectar kept floating on the table. The rich spiritual light almost submerged the entire hall, and the aroma of wine in the hall became even more pervasive.
The drunken crowd couldn't wait to start eating.
Wang Zijia also subconsciously picked up a spiritual fruit and was about to put it into his mouth. When he opened his mouth to bite it, he smelled a strong smell of blood on his nose.
He paused and his eyes were slightly stunned.
He returned to the sea of consciousness and saw that more than a dozen filthy essence weights were generated. He decisively exchanged them all.
When Wang Zijia came back to his senses again, the spiritual light was gone, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire nose. After a closer look, what he held in his hand was not a spiritual fruit, but a meatball of minced meat of demons.
The minced meat was bright red and was still wriggling slightly.
He looked down at the dishes in front of him. There was no nectar or fairy delicacies.
The cup was filled with blood-red rotten solution, and the plate was filled with the broken limbs of demons. Looking around, all the boys were busy eating these things, and Wang Zijia even saw a few human hands.
Each of them had a mouthful of blood, and they looked very happy, shouting that it was delicious. It was like a magic feast, just like a feast of gluttons.
What made Wang Zijia even more suspicious was that several coffins appeared in the hall at some point. Some generous guests had eaten their fill in advance and were led by the servants to take a break.
These people suddenly followed him and lay in the coffins, and were carried away.
In the whole hall, the smell of blood had overwhelmed the smell of wine. Everyone's faces were covered with blood, and the sound of gnawing was endless, just like a magic kiln.
Wang Zijia looked at this scene and was shocked.
He took a peek at the fake real person on the high platform, and in a trance, Wang Zijia once again felt that the other party was a little unreal. When he looked again, he found that the other party was also a little drunk, lying on a huge chair, and continued to drink.
Wang Zijia was frightened, lowered his head, the flesh on his hand squirmed, and a Fuwa ghost mouth with fangs appeared in his palm.
"Crack, crack!"
He swallowed the meat ball in his hand in a few bites, and then began to grab other food, pretending to put it into his mouth. Before he could put it into his mouth, it was swallowed up by the ghost mouth in his palm.
"Everyone, a banquet without immortals is boring!"
At this time, the half-drunk fake real person suddenly waved his hand, and in a trance, Wang Zijia saw a page of drawing paper flying out.
Everyone subconsciously looked up and found that the roof above their heads had disappeared. In a cloud of mist close in front of them, a fairy attic emerged, with several immortals looking down.
"Would you like to go up to heaven and discuss the Dao with the immortals?"
"I wish!"
"The immortals choose me!"
"..."
Everyone was vying for it like crazy.
After being chosen, they flew into the sky and began to discuss the Dao with the immortals. When they were tired, they rested in the clouds. The clouds rolled and spread, just like real immortals.
Wang Zijia lowered his head and exchanged the few points of wine value that had just appeared. The illusion in the sky disappeared. There was no immortal attic. It was all a spirit house and a large paper coffin that formed white clouds.
As some people were chosen, they entered the immortal hall to discuss the Dao. Wang Zijia looked at them one by one, with satisfaction and a peaceful face, lying in the coffin.
Wang Zijia lowered his head even lower, trying to reduce his presence. In the whole hall, he was the only one who remained sober at this moment. Even the sect's Dao seed Gu Xuefeng was now eating the flesh and blood of those demons.
The banquet lasted for two hours while Wang Zijia was worried and anxious. There were originally hundreds of people in the hall, but now only dozens of people were left.
If Wang Zijia had not been concerned that the host was a real person, the legendary third-grade undertaker, he would have run away long ago if he was just a priest.
"The banquet is over today. Please meet again at the ceremony tomorrow!"
With the words of the fake real person, he also disappeared quietly.
The remaining dozens of people who had already forgotten to play their roles left with satisfaction.
Their faces were covered with blood, and there were occasional pieces of meat on their clothes, but they looked like they were enjoying themselves, as if they had eaten a bellyful of nectar and dew, which was a bit scary.
Wang Zijia mixed in with them and left quietly. As for Liu Chengyu, he took the initiative to lie in the coffin during the first halftime break and was carried away.
Wang Zijia was worried and anxious at the time that he was too late, so how could he care about him.
After leaving the artificial garden in a hurry and returning to the cave, Wang Zijia immediately closed the gate.
"Hu..."
Wang Zijia heaved a long sigh of relief at this time.
Originally, he was thinking, wait and see how the weird things develop, if there is a chance, don't take risks, just follow the plot, now it seems that this is completely impossible.
The power of the fake real person today is completely beyond Wang Zijia's ability to contend with.
"Since the right way of following the plot doesn't work, I can only see if I can take a shortcut and exploit loopholes!"
Wang Zijia thought for a long time, and finally decided to take a risk and try an idea of breaking the situation yesterday.
If he really waits until tomorrow's Dharma Assembly, who knows what will happen. Anyway, he can be sure that even if he uses all means and risks his life, he will definitely not be able to defeat the fake real person at present.
Whether the other party is a real person or a trick, he can't contend with it now.
After making a decision, Wang Zijia thought for a long time, and after thinking of their respective coping methods, he moved his mind.
The ghost fog rose, and the five ghosts appeared, and then immediately escaped into the void and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Wang Zijia looked at the sky, which was still gray, and he couldn't even tell the morning or afternoon.
Wang Zijia no longer hesitated, took out the cave talisman and activated it.
A moment later, a servant came hurriedly and greeted Wang Zijia, saying: "Senior, you called me here, but do you want to renew the lease?"