Chapter 85

This umbrella was a weapon she made for herself when her spiritual power recovered a little bit that day.

At that time, Dongfang Yan was still Xiao Hua, and he was helping her polish the umbrella bones on the side, grinding his little claws until they were almost bleeding.

So Dongfang Yan was very familiar with this umbrella.

He held the umbrella handle, and the umbrella surface tilted towards Lin Qingyue, wanting to block the evil Qi for her too.

Lin Qingyue threw the Xuxuhu to the ground, and used the demon-binding rope to tie it up, saying very domineeringly: "No need, these small tricks can't help me. Let's go, go inside and see."

Looking from the outside, the courtyard was not big, but walking in, she found that the path was winding and secluded, and there was melodious zither music in her ears.

Walking further inside, she saw rows of houses, some with doors closed, some with doors open.

There were many people in the garden wandering like sleepwalkers, each with a strange smile on their faces.

An old beggar hugged the tree pole beside him, full of lewd smiles: "Beauty, today we will enjoy the joy of fish and water. I, an old man, have been a bachelor all my life, I really didn't expect that I could marry such a beautiful wife in this life, I have no regrets even if I die!"

A young man with disheveled clothes lay on the grass and laughed loudly: "Silver, silver, all this silver is mine! Hahaha, I am a wealthy merchant, no one can look down on me anymore!"

There was also a scholar-like man who bowed to a stone: "Subject, the new top scholar pays respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!"

It was obvious that these people were all trapped in illusions.

The further inside they went, the clearer the zither music became.

The zither sound entered her ears, and Lin Qingyue felt her whole body relax.

"What a powerful array, what a powerful art of confusing sounds!"

Fortunately, Lin Qingyue's realm had greatly improved, and her divine soul was extraordinary, so she was not bewitched by these evil things. If it were the first few days after she crossed over, she would probably have been lost in such a place.

Dongfang Yan was also secretly shocked: "What a powerful illusion, no wonder even Xie Shouzheng was trapped."

The zither sound was originally gentle and clear, but at this moment the string sound suddenly became urgent, like galloping war horses, and also like ten thousand arrows fired at once.

The next moment, the arrows in the zither sound all condensed into physical objects and shot towards the two people in the courtyard.

"Small tricks!" Lin Qingyue sneered, and as her ink sleeves rolled, a powerful airflow was brought out, fixing all the thousands of sharp arrows flying towards them in mid-air.

She raised a finger, flicked it lightly, and scolded softly: "Go!"

The arrow feathers rolled back in response, like startled birds returning to their nests, piercing through the window paper of the pavilion.

"Zheng!"

The strings broke, and the sound stopped.

Lin Qingyue and Dongfang Yan looked at each other and nodded, their toes pointed and they swept into the pavilion.

As soon as they landed, the rich fragrance of meat in the room hit their faces.

Looking closely, she saw a bronze furnace standing in the center of the pavilion, the fire at the bottom of the furnace licking the wall of the furnace, illuminating the surroundings with a scorching red.

The thick soup in the furnace was bubbling and surging, and a few pieces of fat meat with skin were floating and sinking, and there was an unusual smell of blood in the steaming heat.

Behind the bronze furnace, in the gaps where the arrow feathers fell like a forest, the woman in red sat in front of the zither, her white wrists and jade fingers still making the gesture of plucking the strings, but the zither strings under her hands had all broken, and the broken strings still had the lingering charm of gold and iron that had not dissipated.

The woman's distant eyebrows were condensed with a bit of melancholy, and she sighed leisurely: "Few bosom friends, who listens to the broken strings?"

Her wet eyes lifted slightly, looking at the uninvited guests who broke into the pavilion: "Friends come from afar, isn't it a joy. Please sit down, I will serve you meat soup."

As she spoke, without waiting for Lin Qingyue and Dongfang Yan to answer, she had already walked out of the arrow feathers all over the floor and came to the furnace.

The large copper spoon stirred gently in the soup, and the fragrance raised became more and more intense.

She took a deep breath, full of intoxication: "You are really lucky, I have been simmering this pot of soup for a whole day, and it is just ready now."

In the white porcelain bowl like silver and snow, there was milky white soup and pink meat pieces.

She enthusiastically held it in front of Lin Qingyue, as if the host was entertaining a visiting guest.

She even introduced enthusiastically: "Drink it while it's hot, this is rare good meat. Before they were alive, they drank dew and sweet wine, ate mountain delicacies and seafood, and had musicians play zither music to accompany them to sleep every night. Even the slaughter..."

She pursed her lips and smiled: "... was at the happiest moment. So this meat is extremely tender and rare in the world. You are really lucky!"

"Come, why don't you take the bowl? Don't want to drink it?"

She glared at them coquettishly: "If you don't drink it, I won't be polite."

After speaking, she held the bowl and drank it in one gulp, and after drinking the soup, she started to eat the meat in large mouthfuls, eating until her mouth was full of oil, and she didn't care if her lipstick was ruined, laughing while eating: "Delicious! Extremely delicious!"

Dongfang Yan looked at Lin Qingyue with a pale face: "Could that pot of meat be..."

"It's human." Lin Qingyue had seen big storms and waves, even in this situation, she didn't have the slightest movement.

"Not bad, it is human." The woman in the red dress spat out a small piece of bone. One end of the bone was still stuck with a fingernail.

Dongfang Yan felt a turmoil in his stomach and almost vomited.

Lin Qingyue asked: "Shall we do it, or will you surrender?"

"Can't you wait for people to finish eating? For this meal, I have waited for a long, long time!"

Lin Qingyue asked again: "So you caught those people, all for eating?"

The woman in the red dress said: "Yes! I think you just saw it too, they live very well here. There is good wine and food every day, and I personally play the zither for them to cultivate their sentiments, allowing them to enjoy the greatest happiness in their lives. Then..."

She smiled beautifully, with bright red lips, extremely charming. But the words that came out were extremely cruel:

"... Then die in extreme happiness. Only in this way can the meat on them become fat and loose. When eating, you only need to stew with water to achieve the world's delicacies."

"Truly top-grade ingredients do not need too complicated cooking methods. Just like this pot of soup, even the bone seams are fragrant when boiling."

Finally, Lin Qingyue couldn't help but frown.

Dongfang Yan scolded: "For the sake of your appetite, you want to hurt so many innocent people. It's simply... simply extremely evil!"

"Is this extremely evil? What about you humans?"

Her smile turned cold, her charm disappeared, leaving only endless resentment burning in her pitch-black eyes.

"Isn't it cruel for humans to eat chicken, duck, fish, and meat?"

She pointed to the people downstairs in the pavilion who were foolish in the illusion world and said: "Look at those people, what is the difference between them and the chicken stewed with mushrooms that you eat for 500 wen a portion at the inn?"

She asked word by word: "Aren't they all ingredients?"