!

Eat when you are hungry.

Judge Bi suddenly said this and then lost his voice.

The fortune teller did not have insight into the skill of spiritual sound and could not hear the sound of the judge's pen, but he sensed a slight change in the atmosphere in the room.

There seemed to be more dewdrops on the speaker of the record player.

"Can't eat, can't eat," the record player murmured, "we still have to rely on this old thing to take our husband outside the city."

The lady is good at eating, so she immediately gave up the idea.

But Li Banfeng didn't give up: "Madam, eat him!"

"Ms. sir, this man can't eat first..."

"Eat him quickly."

"If I eat it now, what will happen to my husband..."

Li Banfeng looked at the record player and said, "Don't you listen to me?"

The record player thought about it for a moment, and a cloud of mist rose from the speaker.

The fortune teller was shocked: "What are you going to do? Young man, don't you want to go out? Do you want to be trapped in this city for the rest of your life?"

I will take you out, I know the way out, I will take you..."

Bang!

Li Banfeng kicked the fortune teller, and the fortune teller stumbled and came to the record player.

A whirlwind of loudspeakers rose up, and the fortune teller's soul was swallowed by the lady. There was no complete body on the ground, leaving a lot of broken flesh and blood.

Li Banfeng looked at Honglian: "Eat it!"

Honglian looked at the flesh and blood on the ground, but didn't say anything.

She doesn't want to eat vulgar food.

The body of a person who can be repaired is not a common thing.

Isn't this flesh and blood part of the fortune teller?

So what is the use of this flesh and blood?

Just for disguise, to make this fortune teller look more human?

Not necessary.

Li Banfeng could tell that he was a ghost because Li Banfeng had a golden eye. When ordinary people entered the City of Fools, they were all ordinary people and could not tell that he was a ghost at all.

Let’s not think about the purpose of flesh and blood. First, think about the origin of flesh and blood.

If these flesh and blood are not part of the fortune teller, they probably are not bred by the fortune teller. They are obtained from somewhere else.

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Li Banfeng's spine.

The people in the inn have been chasing Li Banfeng, and the fortune tellers have also been following Li Banfeng. Their purpose must be to take a fancy to his flesh and blood.

If Li Banfeng hadn't had the habit of living in a portable home, he would have died in the inn. The innkeeper was a fourth-floor fool, who would definitely be much more difficult to deal with than this fortune teller.

There are many stupid cultivators in the city, but why didn't they take action against me?

The plaster seller, the people watching the show, the lady who gave me directions...

That aunt!

She didn't give me directions.

She asked me to come into the house to drink water.

If I enter her house, should she take action?

Just like when I enter an inn, I enter the innkeeper's house, so he can kill me.

Others, because I didn't enter the house, couldn't kill me.

Is this the rule of the City of Fools?

But why did the fortune teller want to kill me?

Did I enter his house?

Entered.

The deserted house is his house.

This fortune teller is so insidious, he actually tricked me into his house.

Li Banfeng held the record player and kissed the loudspeaker: "Madam, I have figured it all out. Do you think I am much smarter?"

Not only did Li Banfeng wake up a lot, but even the lady also woke up a lot.

Chichi~

"Hey, sir, could it be that my little slave also fell into his trap?"

There was silence in the room. After a few seconds, the lady roared, and the three speakers smoked together: "A second-level cultivator made me fall into the trap of a technique. What the hell is this?"

Guren didn't sneer at the record player. Just now, even her thoughts were confused.

Yu Xiu's technique is too powerful.

Li Banfeng sat by the bed, pondered for a long time, and formulated a simple and rough plan.

"Madam, I will push out another record player in a while, play music, and introduce the dead souls into the house.

When one is brought in, I will close the door and hand it over to the lady for questioning until she finds out how to get out of the city."

"My lord, it's easy to ask, but it's hard to tell the truth from the lie."

"There's no need to differentiate. I'll catch another one, and my wife will continue to interrogate him. If their confessions match, it will prove that they told the truth."

Chichi~

The lady exhaled a cloud of steam: "This is a solution."

Li Banfeng pushed the windmill record player out of the third room and was about to go out when he suddenly heard Meng De say: "Sir, it's time for you to go to bed."

"Why sleep? Let me fall asleep again?"

Meng De said shyly: "I also contributed in that battle just now."

Li Banfeng said angrily: "What did you do? You scolded me for being unethical and ended up tricking me. Does this count as your contribution?"

Mengde lowered his head, feeling aggrieved: "This was an unintentional mistake."

Seeing that Li Banfeng was very annoyed, the record player advised him: "Mr., eat something and have a rest for the night. You are exhausted too."

Li Banfeng ate two cans and fell asleep on the bed amid Meng De's beautiful singing.

The record player said to the month card: "We have to fight tomorrow, don't let him have nightmares! If you don't fight well today, I won't punish you. Next time, I won't be lenient."

Mengde quickly saluted: "Thank you, Madam, for your generosity."

The judge pen snorted and said: "It's still too much."

The record player spurted out a burst of steam, which burned the judge's pen red: "What is too much?"

"snort!"

It was quite painful to be burned, but Judge Bi was too lazy to hide and was still lying in the same place.

…

That night, when Li Banfeng arrived at Tieyang Mountain, Rong Yeguang was not there, leaving only Lu Xiaolan to guard the mountain gate.

Li Banfeng used his personal belongings to sneak into the village, killed Lu Xiaolan, and robbed one hundred thousand yuan, and then burned down the entire village!

"Hahahaha!" Li Banfeng stood in the center of the village, laughing wildly.

Then Li Banfeng woke up.

Such a good dream, I woke up just like that.

He couldn't remember most of the things in the dream, but Li Banfeng knew it was a good dream.

Looking at Li Banfeng's ferocious eyes, Mengde kept trembling in the calendar: "Sir, you woke up from a dream and smiled. It's really not my fault. Madam, please say something."

Li Banfeng didn't have the intention to deal with Meng De. He wanted to go out to catch the souls of the dead. The record player stopped Li Banfeng and said, "My lord, go ask Judge Bi. He seems to have a way to deal with foolish cultivators."

What can he do?

But he did speak yesterday.

Li Banfeng picked up the judge's pen and sincerely asked for advice: "Brother Bi, if you have a way out of the city, just tell me. You definitely don't want to be trapped here."

Judge Bi has been brewing for a long time, and he has the desire to express it, but is too lazy to say it.

He probably couldn't explain a sentence clearly, so Li Banfeng changed his question: "Tell me first, does the method I think of work?"

"Too many." Judge Bi said only two words.
To be continued...