Sun Qian was shocked and subconsciously took a step back.
His Rationality had dropped from 74% to 72%.
"Sorry, I'm not buying anymore."
He turned around and left.
The old woman did not chase after him. She just silently watched his back and then continued to hawk.
"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 especially 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 found that no one was paying attention to him.
But when he turned around and continued to walk, he felt that someone was watching him from behind.
And it was not just one person.
So Sun Qian began to walk faster and faster.
In the end, he even started to run.
After a few steps, he felt that he had hit something and fell to the ground.
"You …"
Hearing the sound, he pushed himself up with one hand, got up, and ran.
Somewhere he did not see, his Rationality was constantly dropping.
Now it had dropped to … 56%.
Just like that, Sun Qian kept running.
He did not know how long he had been running, but he could already see the ancient city gate at the end of the cross street.
His spirit was roused, 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 fried stinky tofu! One small serving of live human meat! Two large servings of live human meat! It's free if it's not fragrant! "
"…"
Sun Qian's face turned pale. He suddenly turned around and found himself standing at the entrance of the cross street.
Without thinking, he turned around and ran out.
Then …
He returned to the cross street.
He suddenly turned around. Not far away was the ancient city wall at the end of the street.
Was he running into a wall?
Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, which showed that his Rationality had dropped to 54%, Sun Qian forced himself to calm down.
In the past, he had encountered a dungeon world that was more terrifying than this cross street.
However, when he entered the dungeon this time, the dungeon's background story stated that this world's dungeon difficulty was at the "Fengdu City" level, so he was prejudiced.
Sun Qian had not encountered a world at the Fengdu City level. Even the most difficult world he had experienced was only at the fifth level.
Therefore, whenever he encountered something strange in this world, his first instinct was to run away.
Perhaps he might even fall for it.
He needed to calm down and analyze the situation carefully.
The daytime in this world was completely harmless, at least for the past two days.
The difficulty of the night continued to increase.
Through the reduction of his Intelligence, the monsters he encountered would also become stronger, and strange monsters would also slowly appear.
For the time being, there were three types of monsters: ghosts, flesh monsters, and uncanny.
The current crossroads street was a ghost type.
According to the information he bought in Hell, the way to deal with the three types of monsters was different.
If it was a monster made of flesh and blood, it would be destroyed physically.
Generally, these monsters had very strong healing abilities, but they had a very small core in their bodies.
As long as the core was destroyed, they would completely die.
Or chop them into minced meat.
However, the only way to deal with undead flesh monsters was to destroy their cores.
But the prerequisite was to find the core.
To deal with ghosts, one would need mystical Daoist techniques and talismans.
Curses were usually effective as well.
Or weapons with special effects that targeted the soul would work.
The uncanny were the most difficult to deal with.
Because although they might have a body, they did not have any thoughts, and 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 bugs and find bugs, and then use the bugs to escape.
There should be ways 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.
This crossroads street seemed to be a ghost world.
Sun Qian took out a stack of yellow paper from the fourth dimension chrysanthemum. The yellow paper was filled with mysterious but inexplicably symmetrical talismans 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, 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 completely released, Sun Qian clenched his fists. "Ha!"
A circle of inconspicuous light blue ripples spread out around his body.
Then he opened his tightly closed eyes, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, only to feel a chill from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
The bluestone road, the antique facade, and the tall red lanterns sold all kinds of authentic snacks.
Turning around, not far away in the darkness, only the outline of the tall ancient city gate still stood there.
He was still standing at the crossroads of the crossroads street, which was the end of the snack street.
"How is this possible …"
Sun Qian did not despair.
He raised his arm and called up 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 crossroads street.
Sun Qian zoomed in on the map and found that the three little red dots were gathered together and 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 roadside shop on the crossroads street.
The signboard with the words "Cai's Braised Meat Shop" written on it was stained with black oil stains over the years.
Sun Qian entered the shop and looked around.
There were a few greasy tables and a few stools. This was everything 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.
"A customer?"
As if hearing the noise outside, a strong man in his thirties wearing an apron walked out.
Sun Qian was cautious and said warily, "Boss, did anyone else come tonight?"
"Yes, they had a good meal and were all very satisfied." The boss smiled very easygoing. "Do you want something too?"
Sun Qian quietly looked around and asked, "What's there?"
"Please wait here, I'll be back soon!"
Seeing that there was business, the boss ran straight into the back room 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. Do you want to pick? "
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 500 grams?"
"It's not expensive. This is a small business of mine. We trade 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! One small serving of human meat! Two large servings of 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 local snacks. There was an endless stream of tourists, and it was very lively.
Three figures appeared at the entrance of the crossroads.
Niu Ben and Fang Heng had serious expressions and vigilant eyes.
As for Wang Quan, who was standing in front …
His eyes were scarlet, and the corners of his mouth were curled up.
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