The weasel demon finally died in Sang's hands amidst the sorrowful screams of unwillingness.

But even though his identity was exposed, the dead souls and monsters around him didn't dare to take a step beyond his reach.

Ah Cheng came up to Sang and said:

"You...are you so powerful?"

"They all seem afraid of you!"

Sang Fuchen waved his hand and raised his chin quite proudly: "That's necessary!"

"Monsters and demons are just like animals, bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

"As long as you are strong enough, even if you take off the mask, they won't dare to do anything to you."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

"The whereabouts of your elder brother are available, just wait."

Saying that, Sang took out a stick of incense from his sleeve.

With a gentle blow, the fragrance will burn on its own.

Acheng on the side suddenly saw something.

This fragrance... seems to be from Master Zhao?

Moreover, the green smoke under the burning was like a rope reaching into the distance.

About a stick of incense later, Master Zhao hurried over.

"Has the person been found?"

Sang nodded:

"The good news is, I found it!"

"The bad news is... in the Sansheng Gambling House behind you. The shopkeeper of this Sansheng Gambling House is the big monster who opened the ghost market this time."

Zhao Zhenren's eyes suddenly became solemn.

Sang shrugged helplessly, then looked at Acheng with a solemn expression:

"Listen!"

"A-Cheng, after you go in, don't speak under any circumstances!"

"If someone asks you anything, just pretend to be dumb!"

"Also, if someone taps your shoulder from behind, don't look back!"

"The most important thing is that the mask cannot be taken off under any circumstances!"

"Do you understand?"

Ah Cheng nodded repeatedly in a panic.

Immediately, Sang and Zhao Zhenren, one behind the other, protected Ah Cheng in the middle.

The three of them entered the Sansheng Gambling House not far away.

In front of you, the lights are bright, and even before you enter the inner hall, you can see a jaw-dropping feeling of jewels.

Ah Cheng, who was wearing a mask, was protected by two people.

Even though he came from a wealthy family, he was still shocked when he saw the decorations around him.

Gradually, the noise in my ears began to get louder and louder.

Everywhere you look, you can see people gambling heavily with Pai Gow and dice.

suddenly:

"A-Cheng, be careful, follow Sang, don't get lost."

Behind him, Zhenren Zhao's voice came.

Ah Cheng replied subconsciously:

"rest assured……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng suddenly felt a chill on his body.

It's like... you're in an ice cave.

This made Acheng shudder involuntarily, recalling Sang's reminder just now.

"I...I have spoken, it should be...nothing will happen..."

"But...it's Zhenren Zhao who is asking..."

Sang scratched his head and suddenly felt that the string on his mask seemed to be a little loose.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of Sang, the three of them came to the depths of Sansheng Gambling House.

Before Cheng could react, he smelled the pungent smell of blood.

He looked around and saw that on the more luxurious gambling tables, the things being gambled on were not gold, silver, and jade, but some... creepy things of flesh and blood!

At this time, some excited voices came from my ears:

"I...I bet big!"

"Oh? Where are your chips?"

"Hey! Three women's eyes!"

As he spoke, a green-grey ghost took out three eyes from his belt!

The eyes were still stained with blood, so they were stained on the gaming table.

Ah Cheng's feet suddenly softened and he almost fell to the ground.

"careful!"

Behind him, Zhao Zhenren helped Ah Cheng.

Seeing that Acheng seemed to be a little nauseous, Zhao Zhenren sighed helplessly and patted Acheng's shoulders and back gently:

"It doesn't matter."

"This is the real ghost market gambling house. Do you think it is the same as outside? They are all gambling on ordinary gold, silver and agate?"

During the inquiry, Acheng couldn't help but reveal a wry smile and turned around subconsciously.

Behind him, Zhao Zhenren's expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

Ah Cheng trembled all over and said quickly:

"No...nothing!"

Saying this, Acheng immediately turned his head.

But right in front of me...Sang is gone!

At the same time, a penetrating chill spread throughout his body, causing numbness and stiffness. Acheng was horrified to find that he seemed unable to move.

"A Cheng!"

"A Cheng!"

The anxious voice of the Yinshan child came to my mind:

"A Cheng! That's not Zhenren Zhao!"

"It's a scapegoat!"

"He's looking for a substitute!"

"I was suppressed by him just now and couldn't speak!"

Saying this, the Yinshan boy suddenly appeared from behind Acheng. Looking at Zhao Zhenren, who was still smiling, a small bowl suddenly appeared in front of the Yinshan boy.

The small bowl is all white, with the word "blessing" written all over it in red paint.

When Zhao Zhenren, who was disguised as a dead ghost, saw this, his smile became even brighter, as if he saw some tempting food.

The Yinshan boy gritted his teeth, grabbed the small bowl with the word "Fu" with both hands, threw it heavily to the ground, and shouted:

"Shattered peace!"

The porcelain bowl shattered into dozens of pieces.

The sharp fragments turned into auspicious clouds and wrapped around the bodies of the Yinshan boy and Cheng.

"hey-hey……"

"What a special evil spirit. He can actually pray for blessings. In time, he will become a mountain god!"

"but……"

The stand-in's voice gradually became sinister.
To be continued...