Chapter 175

Startled, Sun Qian subconsciously took a step back.

His Reason had dropped from 74% to 72%.

"I'm sorry, I'm not buying anymore."

He turned around and left.

The old woman did not chase after him. She just silently watched his disheveled back and then continued to peddle her wares.

"Tanghulu! Delicious tanghulu! Just one finger! "

Sun Qian continued to walk through the crowd.

The pedestrians and tourists on the street looked normal.

But for some reason, Sun Qian felt that their faces were particularly gloomy.

It was as if everyone's faces were dark and they were secretly looking at him.

He looked back from time to time, but he found that no one was paying attention to him.

But when he turned around and continued to walk, he always felt that someone was watching him from behind.

And there was more than one person.

So Sun Qian began to quicken his pace.

In the end, he even started to run.

After a few steps, he felt that he had bumped into something and fell to the ground.

"You …"

Hearing the sound, he pushed himself off the ground with one hand, got up, and ran.

His Reason was constantly dropping in places that he could not see.

Now, it had dropped to … 56%.

Sun Qian kept running and running like this.

He did not know how long he had been running, but he could already see the ancient city gate in the distance at the end of the crossroads.

His spirit was lifted, and he quickly rushed over.

Then …

"Tanghulu! Delicious tanghulu! Just one finger! "

"Fried yogurt! One finger for a cup of fried yogurt! "

"Authentic Mongolian meat skewers! One skewer for seven fingers, two skewers for ten fingers! "

"Changsha stinky tofu! Changsha deep-fried stinky tofu! One small portion of live human meat! Two large portions of live human meat! It's free if it's not fragrant! "

"… … …"

Sun Qian's face turned pale. He quickly turned around and found that he was standing at the entrance of the crossroads.

Without even thinking about it, he turned around and ran out.

Then …

He returned to the crossroads.

He quickly turned his head around. Not far away was the ancient city wall at the end of the street.

Is this a ghost wall …

Raising his wrist, he saw that his Reason had dropped to 54%. Sun Qian forced himself to calm down.

In the past, he had encountered instance dungeons that were even more terrifying than this crossroads.

However, when he entered this instance dungeon, the background story had stated that this instance dungeon's difficulty level was the highest 'Fengdu City' level. Thus, he was prejudiced.

Sun Qian had not encountered a 'Fengdu City' level world. Even the highest difficulty world he had experienced was only from the weakest to the fifth level.

Therefore, whenever he encountered something strange in this world, his first instinct was to run away.

Perhaps he would fall for it instead.

Now, he had to calm down and analyze the situation carefully.

The day in this world was completely harmless. At least, it had been like that for the past two days.

At night, the difficulty level was constantly increasing.

Through the reduction of his Reason, the monsters he encountered would also become stronger. Moreover, strange monsters would also slowly appear.

For the time being, there were three types of monsters: ghosts, flesh and blood monsters, and strange monsters.

The crossroads he was currently at was a ghost type.

According to the information he bought in 'Hell', these three types of monsters had different ways of dealing with them.

For flesh and blood monsters, it was physical destruction.

Generally, these monsters had strong healing abilities, but they would have a very small core inside their bodies.

As long as the core was destroyed, they would die for good.

Otherwise, they would be chopped into meat paste.

However, to deal with undying flesh and blood monsters, destroying the core was the only way.

But the prerequisite was to find the core.

To deal with ghosts, one would need mystical Daoist techniques, talismans, and the like.

Curses would also be effective.

Or weapons with special effects that targeted the soul would also work.

Strange monsters were the most difficult to deal with.

Although they might have a body, they did not have any thoughts. Everything they did was to follow their own unique rules.

Those who died in their hands were usually those who accidentally fell into the Laws.

The way to deal with them was to find the rules and evade them, or create a bug and find the bug, then use the bug to escape.

There should be a way to deal with them, but Sun Qian did not know.

As for other people's curses, martial arts, martial arts, and magic, that was another matter.

It seemed that this crossroad was indeed a world of ghosts.

Sun Qian took out a stack of yellow paper from the Fourth Dimension Chrysanthemum. The yellow paper was full of mysterious but strangely symmetrical talismans drawn with cinnabar.

He threw out all the talismans, then made a hand sign and shouted, "Order!"

The dozen or so talismans floated into the air by themselves, then ignited without any fire.

The next moment, the ashes floated toward Sun Qian, either covering his eyes, entering his nostrils, fusing into his ears, or covering his body …

When his five senses were cleared, Sun Qian clenched his fists. "Hah!"

A circle of inconspicuous light blue ripples spread out from his body.

Then, he opened his tightly shut eyes, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He only felt a gust of cold air rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The bluestone road, the antique facade, and the tall red lanterns were selling all kinds of local snacks.

Turning around, not far away in the darkness, there was only a silhouette of the tall ancient city gate still standing there.

He was still standing at the crossroad of the crossroad, which was also the end of the food street.

"How is this possible …"

Sun Qian did not despair.

He raised his arm and called out the map of the marauders in his watch.

He had not heard any news from "hell" about the death of any new Hellwalkers, which meant that the three Hellwalkers were still alive.

Sure enough, the map showed that the other three Hellwalkers were still in the crossroad.

Sun Qian zoomed in on the map and found that the three little red dots were gathered together, and they had not moved.

Maybe that was the "safe house" they had discovered or created.

Sun Qian walked in that direction.

After walking for more than a hundred meters, he stopped.

This was a shop on the roadside of the crossroad.

The signboard with the words "Cai Ji Braised Meat Shop" written on it was stained with black oil stains over the years.

Sun Qian entered the shop and looked around.

A few oil-stained tables and a few stools were all there was in the braised meat shop.

Inside the shop was a door that led inside.

The door was not closed, and there was a stained curtain hanging on it.

"Is there a customer?"

As if he had heard the commotion outside, a strong man in his thirties wearing an apron walked out.

Sun Qian raised his guard and asked warily, "Boss, did anyone else … come by tonight?"

"Yes, they had a good meal and were very satisfied." The boss smiled amiably. "Would you like to order something as well?"

Sun Qian looked around and asked, "What do you have there?"

"Please wait for a moment, I'll be right back!"

Now that there was business, the boss ran back into the shop and came out with a tray. "Braised human head is our signature dish!"

On the tray was none other than a fresh human head.

The boss introduced it enthusiastically. "It's definitely fresh! I still have some braised ones over there. Would you like to choose? "

Sun Qian nodded. "I'm not hungry yet. I'll come back another day."

Just as he was about to leave, the human head on the tray suddenly opened its eyes and begged, "Save … save me …"

Sun Qian quietly took two steps back and asked, "How much for a catty?"

"It's not expensive. This is a small business of mine. We trade goods for goods." The boss grinned. "For example … fresh human meat."

Sun Qian felt a chill down his spine when he saw the boss's grin.

…

"Fried yogurt! A cup of fried yogurt for one finger! "

"Tanghulu on sale!"

"Authentic Mongolian meat skewers! One skewer for seven fingers, two skewers for ten fingers! "

"Stinky tofu! Fried stinky tofu! A small serving of live human meat! A large serving of two live human meat! It's free if it's not fragrant! "

"…"

The bluestone road, the antique facade, and the tall red lanterns were selling all kinds of authentic snacks. There was an endless stream of tourists coming and going, and it was very lively.

Three figures appeared at the entrance of the crossroads.

Niu Ben and Fang Heng looked serious and vigilant.

As for Wang Quan, who was standing at the forefront …

His eyes were scarlet, and the corners of his mouth were curled upwards.