The Monster Feast of the Emperor Flow Festival would begin at night. Sister Wan 'er also needed to prepare some things, so the three of them agreed to meet here in the evening.
Although Xu Shenxing and the others did not have anything to prepare, Mo Li, who was originally uninterested, was now in high spirits. Although the Bailu Temple did not forbid meat and fish, it was still a Taoist temple. Naturally, the Taoists who cultivated their moral character would not eat fish and meat every meal. Mo Li was already tired of eating wild vegetables and was planning to find something else to change his taste.
Finally, it was evening. Mo Li dragged Xu Shenxing and Qin Xingyan back to the path.
Sister Wan 'er was already there waiting for them with a small package in her arms.
Unlike before, Sister Wan 'er was no longer in a human form. Her fluffy and huge squirrel tail peeked out from the waist of her Han costume, swaying comfortably. Her pointy squirrel ears were like cat ears, shaking from time to time. Mo Li had an impulse to pounce on her and touch her.
Of course, this impulse was strangled to death by Xu Shenxing, who grabbed her by the back of her collar.
"Here, put these on first."
Sister Wan 'er handed over three masks. Xu Shenxing and the others took a look and found that the masks were a bit like the masks in the Peking Opera, but the colorful paint on them was very strange. Just looking at it gave them a creepy feeling.
"These are masks of faceless monsters. Once you put them on, they can cover your human scent."
Sister Wan 'er continued to explain, "Originally, I was going to look for masks of the God of Covering Face … It's like the God of Death or the Ninety-Nine Gods with strange things on their faces. But those guys are more common in Fusang. It's not easy to find one in Huaxia."
Xu Shenxing and the others obediently followed her instructions and put the masks on their faces.
As a result, Mo Li and Qin Xingyan hid their scent as usual. Only Xu Shenxing's mask cracked in half.
"Uh, what's going on?" Xu Shenxing held the broken pieces of the mask and blinked innocently. "Is there really a fake product like this …"
"It looks like you are protected by some kind of power that makes you immune to all evil. This mask belongs to a monster, after all. Furthermore, the monster's aura is very strong. Of course, it would be destroyed by that kind of power." Sister Wan 'er looked at the broken mask and frowned.
Xu Shenxing could only smile bitterly.
Due to his Sacred Sword, he indeed had such a buff on him. Curses like Weaken, Poison, and most other negative statuses were ineffective against him. Moreover, this buff was a passive skill, so there was no way for him to turn it off …
In the end, Xu Shenxing could only find a piece of yellow cloth and smear some of Sister Wan 'er's aura on it. Then, he tied it to his face and disguised himself as a Yellow Turban Strongman. He sneaked into the banquet as Sister Wan' er's summoned creature.
After that, Sister Wan 'er led the group to a huge maple tree.
Wan 'er, the squirrel monster, pressed her hand on the bark of the tree and softly chanted a few words. Then, she passed through the bark and disappeared into the tree.
Xu Shenxing and the others looked at each other and imitated Wan 'er. They reached out their hands to touch the place where Wan' er disappeared. However, there was nothing in the place where the trunk should have been, as if there was an invisible door.
After passing through the door on the maple tree, they officially arrived at the monster's territory.
The moon was high in the sky, and the monster's banquet had already begun.
At first, Xu Shenxing was shocked by the amazing number of monsters. Although it was only a street's worth of monsters, the current monster flow was comparable to that of the bazaar during the Qingming Period in his memory.
At the same time, there were stalls selling all kinds of snacks on the roadside, just like the bazaar. Occasionally, there were some small stalls selling herbs or other miscellaneous things. However, for some reason, there were no stalls selling things like ring throwing, darts, or catching goldfish for entertainment. It was a pity.
However, when he thought about it, it was normal. After all, the customers here were monsters. Most of the monsters were, in a sense, little superhumans. If they really set up those kinds of entertainment stalls, the stall owner would go bankrupt in minutes.
Another thing worth mentioning was …
"How much is this braised mushroom sauce?"
"Five yuan."
"Give me a skewer."
"Okay, thank you for your patronage."
The currency circulating among the monsters was actually RMB … Xu Shenxing had already mentally prepared himself for the possibility that they would use things like spirit stones as currency.
When he expressed his doubts, Sister Wan 'er held her stomach and laughed.
"Spirit stones are now more expensive than gold. Their brains must have been kicked by someone to use them to buy things like this."
Perhaps the quality of the mask Sister Wan 'er found was very good. Along the way, they passed by countless monsters, but none of them realized that Xu Shenxing and the others were humans.
After walking for a while, they arrived at the end of the street. At this time, Mo Li's hands were already filled with all kinds of food and toys. His mask was already tilted to one side, and his mouth was stuffed full.
At the end of the street was a large, antique house. From the eaves and roof, it looked like a Buddhist building.
"This is Master Hong Ye's residence. When you go in, be careful. It's best to keep your heads down as much as possible. Don't make eye contact with those big monsters, understand?"
While leading the group into the house, Sister Wan 'er did not forget to remind them carefully.
Xu Shenxing reached out and grabbed Mo Li's left hand, which was still holding a bunch of cotton candy and water balls. Using her spiritual power, he sensed the interior of the house. In the end, he found that although there were many monsters inside, all of them combined were probably not as many as the flying tiger (Qiong Qi) that he killed in Jiang Jin.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, many monsters looked at them. Fortunately, they only glanced at them for a moment before looking away.
At this time, in the center of the courtyard, a blonde punk was confronting a shriveled, skinny old man.
"The brown-haired one is the current head of the Huang family, and the old man is the head of the Chai family. They are a family of weasels and a family of snakes. They are natural enemies. This time, if it weren't for the fact that humans wanted to take over Crimson Clouds Mountain, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to work together for the rest of their lives."
Sister Wan 'er led them to a corner, and while avoiding everyone's eyes, she took the time to explain to them, "The man in the cultivation clothes sitting in the main seat is Master Hong Ye. He is the master of this forest and the most powerful big monster in Crimson Clouds Mountain. However, he is kind and has a high reputation among the monsters."
As soon as she finished speaking, the blonde punk snorted coldly and roared at the shriveled old man with cold eyes in front of him, "In short, no matter what you say, I won't move! Since a group of mere mortals dares to take over my territory, they should be prepared to suffer heavy casualties and go back with their tails between their legs! "
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