My enemies became my companions

Chapter 342 There is a Wife in the Wife Cake
In this dim little inn, the wall with the painting of the Four Heavenly Kings in female form clearly appeared on the wall, which naturally attracted the attention of the Taoist Zhenwu and the female warrior.

"Brother Duan Lang, why are these four heavenly kings all women?" the female warrior asked in surprise.

The Taoist Zhenwu named Duan Lang was also confused. When he walked in, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with this inn, but the hexagram was too peaceful and unusual.

I often go down the mountain and travel around, and I have seen ghost markets before. Not to mention ghost markets, I have even seen noodles made from human brains, and I accidentally ate them.

However, the hexagrams of these things all had warnings, and in the end, they were successfully averted. However, the hexagrams of this small inn were peaceful, but there was an inexplicable weirdness.

When the time comes, should you trust your intuition or the divination?
The masters and brothers at Zhenwu Mountain have repeatedly warned us that it is best to believe in the signs of the hexagrams. Why?
Many Taoists in Zhenwu Mountain who believed in intuition died, and it was not until later that they discovered that the so-called intuition was nothing but an illusion of evil spirits.

"Nine three, the gentleman works hard all day long, is vigilant at night, and has no faults... This is exactly the image of a moderate and peaceful hexagram."

Duan Lang was not a man without any vigilance. His cultivation level was among the best among his peers. He had killed more than ten-digit demons and had seen many bizarre scenes. However, the scene today still left him puzzled.

He said slowly: "Wang Yan, you probably don't have to be afraid."

Wang Yan couldn't hold back the feeling in her heart, so she asked, "How about we leave now?"

Not long after the words fell, the waiter walked out backwards as if floating.

"Hey, sir, you've already started cooking the dishes, why are you leaving?" the waiter kept persuading him.

His voice was attentive.

Faced with his wife's proposal, Duan Lang hesitated. He turned around and counted with his fingers towards the door.

The hexagram indicates a dangerous situation.

"Look at this hexagram, it's a very bad omen. I'm afraid it will be even more dangerous outside."

Duan Lang shook his head and said, lifting up his trousers and sitting down again.
"And if you want to talk about strange things, I'm afraid the warrior who just looked at me is the real strange one."

"Brother Duan Lang, you said he was weird?"

"If he wasn't curious, why would he look at me? I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid that he might have set his sights on us. It's just that it's difficult to do it in this inn. Instead of doing that, it's better to rest in this inn for now and ask the people here."

Duan Lang sighed with great experience:
"It is often said that demons and ghosts are hard to predict, but who is really hard to predict, the ghost or the human?"

I have walked many roads and experienced many things before I feel this way.

Ghosts can harm people, and people can also harm people, so who is more unpredictable? After all, it is the human heart that is unpredictable!
Hearing Duan Lang's words, the female warrior Wang Yan was touched by the fact that everyone has their own expertise. Without saying anything, she sat down after just standing up, with a look of reverence in her eyes.

Duan Lang felt happy and confident when receiving this gaze.

He looked up and saw the two Taoists not far away. He asked them a few questions cautiously. However, the two Taoists were not good people to begin with. They were so frightened at the moment that they dared not reveal the origin of the inn.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Not long after, the waiter brought the dishes to the table, one after another.

It has both meat and vegetables, and the aroma is fragrant.

Duan Lang and Wang Yan came down to the underworld, and they had to eat wind and drink dew all the way. Now seeing the table full of delicious dishes, they were even more salivating.

I just compared the number of dishes ordered and found that there were two dishes missing from the table.

One is Fuqi Feipian and the other is Wife Cake.

"Oh my, look at my memory. I forgot to serve it to you."

After being reminded, the waiter quickly retreated to the kitchen, and soon another voice came:

"The vegetables are too heavy to move! Find someone strong enough to help."

At first, Duan Lang and Wang Yan didn't want to pay any attention, but Wang Yan, a warrior, couldn't stand the waiter's endless howling, so he got up and went forward.

Women who practice martial arts tend to have quick tempers. Before Duan Lang could tell the fortune, he saw Wang Yan walking decisively into the kitchen.

At this time, he made another fortune telling with some worry.

Still neutral and peaceful. After confirming and testing many times, Duan Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of "ouch, ouch" as something was being moved could be heard from inside.

After a long while, the waiter brought out a serving of Fuqi Feipian, but Wang Yan did not come out with him, so the waiter went back into the kitchen.

Then the waiter came out alone, carrying a serving of wife cake.

One serving of Fuqi Feipian and one serving of Laopo Bing.

Full color and flavor.

Wang Yan didn't come out, and Duan Lang was wondering, but he still waited for a long time. Out of boredom, he picked up a piece of wife cake with chopsticks.

After tasting it, Duan Lang was surprised to find that it tasted really good, better than many teahouses and restaurants with luxurious decorations!

His index finger was excited, and he picked up his chopsticks one after another, and kept asking:

"How is this wife cake made? I'll learn how to make it when I get home."

The waiter said, "Hey, sir, you are at home cooking for your wife."

The more Duan Lang ate, the happier he became. He couldn't help but feel sweet in his heart. He smiled and said, "In the Dao sect, there is no rule that men are responsible for the outside and women are responsible for the inside."

He didn't understand why this pastry-like wife cake was so sweet, but after eating it, he felt really good.

"What a loving couple." The waiter gave a thumbs up.

"What did you put in this wife cake? It smells so good?" Duan Lang said, staring at the pleasing yellow wife cake.

Duan Lang originally thought that the waiter was still joking, but when he saw that the waiter looked serious, he became confused for a moment.

Then his eyes passed the waiter and slowly looked towards the kitchen.

Streams of blood flowed out from inside.

Duan Lang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Under the huge impact, Duan Lang's face turned pale and he asked in a trembling voice:

"what?"

The waiter continued to laugh:

"Your wife's name is Wang Yan, right? After I killed her, I saw that her soul still existed, so I arranged a ghost marriage for her. In the underworld, ghost marriages are normal."

As if to echo the waiter's words, a faint light was heard in the dim kitchen.

The warrior who was killed not long ago and the female warrior Wang Yan were stacked together. This scene seemed to be telling something.

The flowing blood looked like the groom's top scholar's hat or the red shawl worn by a woman when she gets married. A red candle was burning on the head, dripping with candle tears continuously.

Duan Lang stood still as if struck by lightning, his throat seemed hoarse and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Just as he roared and was about to raise his sword.

Xiao Er slapped him on the top of his head with his claws.

Duan Lang's souls and spirits howled miserably, but were pulled out little by little by the waiter.
"The best souls can be fed to Chaos!"

And just then.

A scream rang out from the second floor:

"It's him, it's him! The one with the surname Song!

Kill our people, kill our people! "

(End of this chapter)