Chapter 284: Old Woman Wang

The three looked at each other.

They all heard Yang Bin's request. After hesitating for two seconds, they decided to help.

Wu Xian walked over, trying to open the lid of the urn.

The lid of this urn was of the straight-up-and-down type, without threads, so theoretically it should be opened with a light lift, but Wu Xian used all his strength without being able to open the lid.

Inside the urn, Yang Bin's one hand was already bloody and mangled, and the other hand was pinching the neck of a pale ghost shadow.

This ghost shadow looked exactly like Yang Bin, a small version of Yang Bin, and was clawing and scratching in an attempt to attack Yang Bin. It was unknown how long Yang Bin could hold on with only one arm.

Yang Bin had been scared silly by excessive fear at first, which led to him watching helplessly as his own arm was crippled by the pale ghost shadow.

By the time he wanted to resist, the remaining hand was already very difficult to deal with this little ghost. Click...

When Yang Bin heard someone respond to his request and was about to open the urn lid, he was overjoyed, but a moment later he heard words from Wu Xian's mouth that made him despair.

"The lid of this urn is too tight, I can't open it."

Yang Bin burst into tears immediately.

Heaven have mercy.

He was just an honest man who came out to buy soy sauce, so how could he encounter such a terrifying thing?

In extreme fear.

Yang Bin's IQ suddenly went online. He noticed two words in Wu Xian's words.

"Urn"

Yang Bin was overjoyed: "Sima Guang smashing the vat! Hurry up and smash the jar, then I can get out!"

Hearing Yang Bin's request, Wu Xian frowned.

"The scripture says, coming from the coffin, one must also go from the coffin. If we want to leave the Fudi, the coffins or urns that sent us to the Village Without Burials might be very important. Once destroyed, maybe bad things will happen."

Yang Bin roared anxiously: "I'm almost dead, why care about what happens later? Smash it, hurry up!"

"Then, as you wish."

Wu Xian stepped back.

Wei Hengbo raised the long knife in his hand, together with the scabbard, and slammed it against the urn where Yang Bin was. The entire urn suddenly broke open a large hole, and cracks appeared in other places as well.

Inside the urn.

The pale ghost shadow that Yang Bin was grabbing suddenly stopped struggling, a huge hole appeared in its abdomen, and then other parts of its body were filled with cracks, and the whole thing vanished into ashes.

"Ha... I..."

Before he could be happy, a sharp pain suddenly came from Yang Bin's abdomen. He touched his hand to his lower body, and in the position where his stomach should have been, he touched warm, slippery, slowly squirming strip-like things...

That was his intestines! Accompanied by a desperate wail, Yang Bin's body also shattered along with the urn.

In the broken urn.

Was a pile of broken flesh and blood, a fishy odor emanating, and it was still steaming with heat.

Wei Hengbo's hand holding the long knife trembled slightly. He had wanted to help, but didn't expect that one slash of his would have such a terrible consequence. Wei Qinglan could only pat his back to comfort him.

Wu Xian's face became very ugly.

He had thought that the jar would break and bad things might happen, but he didn't expect Yang Bin's body to shatter along with it. Could it be that the urn and human life were bound together?

Regardless.

With this lesson from Yang Bin, they absolutely couldn't help others escape anymore. Fortunately, the strength of the pale ghost shadow wasn't very strong. As long as one wasn't scared into forgetting to resist, surviving alone in a coffin or urn wasn't a very difficult thing. Wu Xian looked up at the sky.

He saw that the clouds in the sky were thin, and the edge of one cloud was shining. I'm afraid it wouldn't be long before the moonlight appeared.

Looking outside the village, one could vaguely see swaying shadows in the wilderness.

Now the cold wind was bone-chilling, and staying here wouldn't lead to anything good. The top priority was to return to the room, which at least counted as safe.

So Wu Xian and the three of Wei Hengbo ran back to their rooms one after another.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the thatched cottage, Wu Xian smelled an alluring fragrance.

The structure of the thatched cottage was very simple.

There were only two rooms, the inner room and the outer room.

The inner room had a bed and old tables and chairs, a place for rest, while the outer room only had a stove and a water vat.

At this time, on the stove in the outer room, a pot of meat soup was boiling, and a kind old woman was stirring the soup in the pot with a long spoon. The smell of the meat soup alone made one's index finger move.

Seeing Wu Xian, the old woman scooped a bowl of meat soup from the pot, turned around, and handed it to Wu Xian, grinning, with only three yellow teeth in her mouth.

"Child, you came back so late, you must be hungry."

Wu Xian lowered his head to look at the boiling meat soup, was silent for a short while, and said with a reluctant expression: "I'm not hungry, you should keep this delicacy for yourself."

Old woman Wang pushed the meat soup forward: "There is still some in the pot, enough for everyone to eat, you eat while it's hot, it won't be good if it gets cold."

It was hard to refuse such kindness.

Under the old woman's expectant gaze, Wu Xian could only take the bowl of meat soup.

Suddenly, the door was opened again.

Jian Lingyu and Su Xuan had also just escaped from the coffins. When they saw the scene in the room, they were immediately stunned, and Su Xuan trembled like a sieve.

He wasn't afraid of death.

But the old lady who was buried during the day came back by herself at night. This eerie scene made him feel terrified.

Old woman Wang saw the two and let out a strange laugh.

"You are back too!"

She scooped two bowls of meat soup and handed them over.

"Child, it must have been tiring to help me dig the pit!"

"Thank you for tidying up my remains, otherwise I, the old woman, wouldn't have the face to see people below."

In Old woman Wang's nagging, all three got the meat soup, but not one wanted to drink it. They all just held it, looking at Old woman Wang thoughtfully.

Old woman Wang urged: "Drink, drink quickly, are you despising me?"

Wu Xian lowered his head to look at the meat soup.

He didn't want to despise Old woman Wang either, but was this meat soup really for humans to drink? The meat soup floating with oil was full of meat chunks with yellow fat, irregular in shape, and with un-shaved hair, looking nauseating...

Heaven knows where the old lady's ingredients came from, so this meat soup definitely couldn't be drunk. Drinking it would likely lead to troublesome things.

Besides the soup.

The thing Wu Xian most urgently needed to figure out at the moment was whether this old lady was a friend or an enemy? Maybe she was sincerely grateful, but ghosts could only make such nauseating dishes.

Maybe she was just using gratitude as a pretext to come here to find a way to harm people, and the meat soup already had poison or a curse...

Old woman Wang's true attitude would determine whether Wu Xian would take action against her. His Minor Thunder Incantation had long been hungry and thirsty.

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