Ji Yuan had eaten a breakfast food in his previous life, which was called "fried ghost".

Knead the flour and water into a ball and stretch it into a long strip.

Put it into the hot oil pan and let it boil for a while, then it is ready to eat.

It's crunchy in the mouth, perfect for porridge and side dishes.

But tonight, he really wanted to get rid of this angry man.

Deep fried inside and out, enjoy as a late night snack.

"You bitch! I am a ferocious evil creature made of Qi, how can you do anything to get it!

Let me go quickly! Otherwise...it will definitely make your family uneasy and bring you a lot of bad luck!"

The scholar-looking ghost looked dead, half of his flesh was rolled up, his nose was missing, his ears were missing, and his eyes were gouged out, as if he had been tortured.

The resentment mixed with the thick blood is terrifying!

When ordinary warriors see it, their liver and gallbladder will be frightened to death.

"I admire the tough-boned heroes most in my life. If you can still be so strong after walking in a frying pan... then I will do it to you a few more times until you beg for mercy!"

Ji Yuan smiled lightly, not annoyed.

How could a few dirty words shake his mind?

Whether it's a hero or a ghost.

Only by going through mountains of swords, seas of fire, and pools of blood can we see the true chapter.

Old Man An, who was waiting on the side, couldn't wait for it. Now it has become evil, and it is no longer afraid of the flames like before.

He took the severed "arm" and stuffed it directly into the batter filled barrel.

Stir it casually twice and throw it into the crackling boiling oil pan.

Yin things are invisible and traceless, but when they are contaminated with masculine energy and blood, they become solid and manifest.

The "arm" was wrapped in batter and fried in a hot pan, and immediately smelled fragrant.

"It tastes so good! I didn't expect that eating ghosts can also pay attention to cooking methods!

Usually when the little old man sees the ghosts wandering in the Yin City, they turn Yin Qi into food to satisfy their appetite.

Unexpectedly, you can also fry it in a pan to make it crispy, which adds to the flavor!"

Old Man An couldn't help but rub his hands, looking salivating.

"I'll try something else next time I have time."

Ji Yuan fished out fresh "fried ghost".

"Okay!"

An Shanren blew a breath of evil spirit to lower the temperature.

He opened his big mouth like a sea bowl and swallowed it directly.

Crunchy!

A large amount of Yin Qi was instantly sucked into the soul body.

It’s like taking a big tonic.

It’s as if you are in a state of ecstasy.

Old man An couldn't help but smack his lips twice, as if he still had more to say.

I looked longingly at that ferocious ghost, hoping that its mouth would be harder.

"Old ghost! If I escape, I will definitely eat you alive!"

The evil ghost made from Taoism yelled and cursed.

"Master Jiu, why don't you throw the whole thing into the frying pan, cut it into eight pieces, and eat it to your heart's content!"

An Shanren deliberately made a bad sound and said loudly:

"Eating this fried ghost with a sip of soju is really delicious!"

Fried chicken and coke from an ancient alien world, right?

The corners of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched.

I know this is Old Man An just showing off.

He smiled coldly and clenched his palms suddenly.

Hold the angry guy tightly and pretend to throw him into the frying pan.

"Spare me! As long as you promise to go around me once, I'll do it all!"

The angry ghost is rolling around in a sinister way, exuding a strong sense of coldness.

But it is always like a dragonfly shaking an iron pillar, to no avail.

Seeing that the situation is stronger than others, I feel the hot oil pan, and the greed and salivation in the eyes of the old ghost.

It couldn't help but feel scared, fearing that it would really become a fried food, so its tone finally softened.

"It's too late to let go now!"

Ji Yuan remained unmoved.

Whoa!

The sword flashed again.

Dark red blood smeared over half of the body.

Like cutting through a melted candle.

Drop the batter into the barrel and shake it several times.

Then I heard a burst of "Zi La".

Another hot fried ghost comes out of the pot.

"It really brought out the greedy little man!"

An Shanren enjoyed the meal and was full of praises.

This scene is quite strange.

If it were replaced by the human world.

Imagine cutting off a person's limbs, roasting them in front of him and eating them.

How terrifying is this!?

"Shut up! Shut up! You damn old ghost! And you...Liaodong bitch!"

The angry ghost watched as half of his body got out of the oil pan and was thrown into An Shanren's bloody mouth.

How can I bear this!

It was so angry that smoke erupted from its orifices, and blood rolled on the surface of its soul.

Astonishing violence rose into the sky, as if it had turned into a life-threatening ghost.

Mr. Er used Taoism to refine the five ghosts and often fed them with the blood of human sacrifices.

They are more ferocious and violent than those ghosts wandering the underworld.

Ji Yuan's clenched fingers suddenly opened, his eyes were cold, and he shouted softly:

"I know you, a devil, won't give in easily! Kneel down before me!"

When he looked into the wind, it swelled up and turned into a vicious spirit ghost that was several feet tall.

The rich spirituality of the Yintang between the eyebrows turns into the eye of heaven, shooting out a golden light.

Like a sharp arrow flashing with cold light, it pierces the soul body fiercely.

"Hiss!"

Before the angry ghost could show off his ferocity, he began to shake violently and seemed to have convulsions.

It is as if a red-hot iron drill has been inserted into the soul body.

The hot golden light is like thunder and fire, almost dispelling the strong evil thoughts on the surface.

"I'm convinced! I know I was wrong! Sir... I have taken away my magical power!"

The hoarse roar roared, causing large waves of air.

The fierce evil ghost with sticky blood has a distorted face, and it no longer dares to be rampant.

He fell to his knees and begged again and again.

It can feel that the golden light contains great power.

Just like the Yin Emperor sitting high in the Hall of Hell, holding the judge's ink pen in his hand, canceling out the souls of life and death.
To be continued...