Chapter 186

Inside the crossroads street. Wang Quan looked at the man with the hood and smiled faintly, "What, are you planning to bully ordinary people? Is there still any law? "

The man with the hood's expression was gloomy, "This is the Yin market, and the Yin market has its own rules."

"Rules?"

The smile on Wang Quan's face suddenly disappeared.

He looked at the "person", and then glanced at the "people" around him, "My rules are that all of you must die."

In the next moment, he rushed into the "crowd".

…

Inside the braised meat shop, Sun Qian, who was left with only his head, had a panicked expression on his face as he listened to the unceasing screams and screams outside.

After a while, the owner came out of the shop after cleaning up Sun Qian's body. His apron was still stained with blood, and he held a blood-dripping boning knife in his hand.

He was slightly taken aback when he heard that there wasn't any commotion outside. "What's going on?"

The four heads in the glass cabinet naturally didn't answer him.

Not to mention the fact that they didn't know anything, they wouldn't say anything even if they did.

With blood splattering everywhere, he walked out with the boning knife in his hand.

When he arrived outside, he was stunned.

The originally bustling crossroads street was now empty.

But strangely, the red lanterns and the stalls on both sides of the street were all intact. There were even barbecue stalls where the skewers on the oven were still sizzling with oil.

But there wasn't a single "person" in sight.

The braised meat shop owner, the man, looked up at the sky.

The sky was cloudless, but there were no stars either.

He saw a pale waning moon hanging diagonally in the sky. The gloomy moonlight shone on the ground, covering the crossroads street with a layer of indescribable eeriness.

But all of this was normal for the human meat boss.

Or rather, it was the normal state of the crossroads street at midnight.

But … there were no "people" on the street.

The man walked onto the street and looked around.

He could see the end of the street at a glance. The lights and food on the stalls were still there.

He approached a shop selling blood milk tea and touched the teapot.

It was still warm.

He carried the knife and walked towards the entrance of the crossroads street. He walked faster and faster … and even started to jog.

It took him five minutes to reach the entrance.

He still didn't meet anyone.

He didn't see anyone, be it people or "people".

The human meat man didn't hesitate and immediately ran to the first storefront in the row of storefronts on the street.

It was a malatang shop.

He entered the shop, only to find that there was no "person" inside.

Without hesitation, he immediately went to the second shop.

There was still no "person" inside.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth …

He went through a dozen shops in a row, only to find that there was no one.

Coming out of the "meat floss" bakery, he frowned.

In the next moment, his expression changed and he turned to look at his braised meat shop. "Not good! He ran.

When he returned to the shop, he found that nothing had changed.

The man returned to the shop, but the four fresh heads. and.

After thinking for a while, the human meat man closed the door and locked it from the inside. Then, he carried the bone-paring knife into the house.

The room was stained with blood, and there was an unpleasant smell of blood.

The but. Meat. This was a "Meat".

The human flesh man looked around, but there were no other "people" or "people" here apart from him.

The "Chen" The "" "" to "Meat" ".".. "" "to" God "God..". "God" ""

He breathed a sigh of relief, went to the outer room, took out a finger bone, put it in his mouth, then lit it up with a green flame.

He had decided that he would stay here for the night, then wait until morning, when the "Meat" outside would disappear.

At that time, he would be able to properly dispose of the meat he got today and sell it at night.

As for the "Meat" outside …

They would appear tomorrow anyway.

They had the power granted by His Majesty, so they couldn't be completely destroyed during these ten nights.

Even if their souls were destroyed, they would reappear the next night.

Just as he was happily smoking his "cigarette" ….

Knock — —

Knock knock — —

Knock knock — —

Someone knocked on the door.

The "Meat" was startled, slowly got up and approached the door, asking in a low voice: "Who is it?"

All the "Meat" on this street had disappeared.

According to orders, they wouldn't have left their posts without permission.

There could only be one reason for them to disappear, they had been killed.

So there was no need to say who it was outside.

The "Meat" spat out the finger bone that was burnt to the point where only half of it remained, then tightened his grip on the bone-paring knife.

"Check the water meter" a man's voice came from outside.

The "Meat" frowned. "There's no water meter."

"…" After a few seconds of silence, the voice outside said again, "Open the door! FBI WARNING！”

The "Meat" man: "…"

'Is there something wrong with the person outside?'

As he hesitated, the person outside could no longer hold back.

The door was kicked down along with its frame, and then a long leg in navy blue trousers retracted back into the room.

Then, three figures walked into the store.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to open the door?"

Wang Quan was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with the [Bloodthirsty Sword] on his back and the Soul Severing Axe in his hand. There was a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and his face looked like a ruffian, his eyes red.

Behind him, Niu Ben and Fang Heng, one holding a machete and the other holding an eight-faced Han sword, stood behind Wang Quan, showing off their prowess, like the two generals guarding the left and right.

The "Meat" man gripped the bone-paring knife and looked at the three of them with a dark expression. "Who are you?"

Wang Quan ignored him and turned to ask, "Are the four brothers here?"

Niu Ben raised his arm to look at the map and said, "Right here."

Wang Quan nodded and pouted at the "meat" man. "Hand over the four people, and I'll give you a quick death."

The "meat" man put on a fake smile. "You've come to the wrong place."

He was the nemesis of the living.

He raised the bone-paring knife and stabbed at Wang Quan's chest.

Wang Quan curled his lips and even had the time to loosen his tie with his right hand. Then, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled it open a little, revealing his collarbone and pectoral muscles.

Then, he matched his chest to the right position and posed in advance.

Then … the "meat" man's bone-paring knife stabbed into his chest.

It was just enough to prevent his clothes from being damaged.

Of course, the bone-paring knife didn't stab into Wang Quan's chest. It didn't even break his skin.

Wang Quan took a puff of his cigarette and squinted. "That's it?"

The "meat" man withdrew the knife and took a few steps back, sneering.

Wang Quan took a step forward and was about to make a move when he suddenly frowned. "Hmm?"

He felt that the left side of his body was completely numb.

Sun Qian, who was in the glass cabinet, immediately shouted when he saw someone approaching, "Be careful! He's the human meat stew shop from the urban legend! He can kill three human lamps! "

Wang Quan was stunned. "Three human lamps? What does that mean? Do you have internal strife here? "

The "meat" man didn't say anything. He just turned to look at Sun Qian, and his head withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Heng said in a low voice, "It seems that these four heads belong to the four people. I've received news of the death of the new Hell Walker."

Niu Ben also frowned. "Three human lamps, one on the top of the head and one on each shoulder. If all three lamps are extinguished, they will be attacked by evil spirits. As long as the three lamps are not extinguished, the ghosts can't get close.

"Of course, this is just a story told by old people. It can also be regarded as feudal superstition. "

Wang Quan nodded. "I think I understand."

The scarlet in his eyes intensified. Then, he looked at his left shoulder and saw that there was a cluster of flames burning brightly there.

When he looked at his right shoulder, there was nothing there.

Wang Quan didn't panic. He took out a lighter from his pocket, poured a black-red mist into it, and lit it on his right shoulder. Then, he took out the lighter.

The flames on his right shoulder burned fiercely, and then he disappeared from the sight of Niu Ben and the others.

Wang Quan moved his right arm and laughed. "Urban legend? Human meat stew shop? Looks like it won't work either. "

The others and the ghost were all dumbfounded.

How could that even work?

Wang Quan didn't say anything else. He raised the Soul Breaking Axe, crouched, and instantly appeared in front of the human meat man. Then, he swung the axe down!

…

In the BMW outside the crossroads, Ji Xingyu watched the video on her phone. She wasn't sleepy at all. "Now!"

She snapped her fingers.

The next moment, she opened the door and got out of the car. The corners of her mouth curled up. "It's time to improve my favorability!"

Then, she disappeared without a trace.

…

Wang Quan swung the axe down!

Then, the axe completely passed through the human meat man's body. It didn't cause any damage!

The human meat man sneered. "You think you can hurt me? Now, be a good boy and be my stew. "

Wang Quan took two steps back, his brows furrowed.

The scarlet in his eyes dissipated. Even the black-red mist that covered the axe and the lighter disappeared without a trace.

He didn't do this on his own. For some reason, Little Missy's power inexplicably returned to the depths of his body. No matter how he called for it, it didn't respond.

Sighing, Wang Quan said softly, "I didn't expect the Soul Breaking Axe to be unable to hurt you. Looks like I have to use my trump card."

Niu Ben and Fang Heng perked up. "Boss, what card?"

Talisman? Curse? Or the black-red mist from before?

Speaking of which, the two of them were really at a disadvantage here. Normal methods couldn't hurt the ghosts here at all.

Along the way, it was all thanks to Boss's wild hacking of the streets with sparks and lightning.

Wang Quan smiled, turned around, and ran. "Of course we're running, idiot!"

Niu Ben: "…"

Fang Heng: "…"