The already a little cold hall became even colder after a gust of cold wind that was blowing from somewhere. Qianlong's body, which was obviously supposed to fall, seemed to be undergoing some changes after the gust of cold wind.

The Ku Ding's face darkened and he stood up and took a step back.

"Ningmeng!"

Ning Meng had just been sitting at the table next to her. When Qianlong's body was wailing, she had already stood up and was called by the chef Ding. She rushed over and grabbed and pulled the fainted Lao Qi a few meters away.

At this time, Qianlong's body, which had swollen, stood up, no, it should have been bounced up. His face was gradually distorted, his black teeth bared, and his silence was very low and mute.

"The corpse has melted."

Qianlong's originally unsightly eyes suddenly turned, and a bloody color appeared quickly, and a faint black smoke spread all over his body, which was visible to the naked eye. It seemed to be caused by the vaporization of the black liquid that oozed out from him. His puffed pale hands shriveled instead, and his fingernails burst out, poking them out more than half an inch long, black and pointed, and waved his hands towards the closest Ku Ding.

In a hurry, Ku Ding seemed to have no time to dodge and just turned his body. Qianlong's long-haired hands had nails like sharp knives, cutting Ku Ding's clothes, leaving a few claw marks on his chest, not deep, but black and purple blood stains appeared.

"This...is something wrong. This corpse has transformed too quickly. Is it because of those black liquids?"

The cook stepped back several times, reached out to stop the fainting Lao Qi in the distance, and Ning Meng, who was about to rush up again.

"Don't worry, those black liquids are toxic, let's take a look first."

"No, I still had a tone just now. Even if it changes, are you too anxious?"

Ning Meng picked up the stick again, but the stick was not as good as the legs of the bench for the thing in front of her. After all, it was a treasure weapon for ghosts. Qianlong was not even a ghost now, and it seemed that it was not as good as a living zombie.

"I don't know, his three souls and seven spirits have dispersed. I condensed his life soul and lung odor, and then I took his first seventh in advance. I pulled him back. Even if I held that breath, it shouldn't be like this. Maybe it was because of the black liquid. Stop trapping him first, don't let him run away, and catch him and let Meng study it slowly."

When the chef opened his mouth, Ning Meng naturally stood at the door and blocked the exit.

After Qianlong's body was scratched and pulled Ku Ding, he did not attack again. Instead, he stood there, allowing the black body fluid in his body to fall on the ground ticking, and a pile of accumulation on the ground.

Meng Po just looked at it from the outermost point, as if she was not worried at all, but her eyes were all on the black liquid, as if she was very interested.

But Lao Qi, who was thrown on the table by Ning Meng, woke up in a daze. The stench seemed to be still in his nose, making him want to vomit.

He sat up from the table and saw Qianlong's swollen and deformed body. He looked at the other people's standing, and combined with Qianlong's hideous appearance, he vaguely guessed what he had given birth. When he was protecting his tone, the person who did this told him that he would have such a result. Although he had never seen anything like that with his own eyes before, he heard a lot. At this time, his friends became like this and it was a little difficult to accept for a while.

"This...this..."

But as soon as Lao Qi said a few words, Qianlong's body seemed to react to the sound, and rushed over to the table, chairs, and benches. The black water splashed everywhere.

The cook frowned. He wanted to see what else the corpse could change, but Lao Qi attracted the attention of the corpse. If it were not blocked, Lao Qi would be caught casually, which would be troublesome.

Almost in the flash, Ku Ding stepped on his feet and approached Qianlong. As the corpse turned close to Lao Qi, he grabbed Qianlong's body and twisted him over. He had already pinched a piece of golden silk paper on his head with his other hand.

"Soul-Suppressing, destroying."

With the sound of the cook Ding, the ferocious Qianlong calmed down again. When the cook Ding's hand touched his forehead again, Qianlong fell to the ground with a bang.

But the Ku Ding's eyes narrowed, and his body squatted, as if he was about to grab something on the ground.

But, Ku Ding was still a little late. Just as Qianlong fell to the ground, the lights in the room suddenly turned off, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

"Why...what's going on..."

Before he could recover, the lamp was turned off again. Lao Qi's heart tightened and subconsciously shrank.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the surrounding temperature dropped by dozens of degrees. It was like entering the cold winter in an instant. In the environment where you couldn't see your fingers, you could only hear two strong breathing sounds, and Lao Qi's rapid heartbeat.

"Ghost is here!"

The voice was very small, as if it was Meng Po's voice over there.

As if to cater to Meng Po's words, a harsh sound as if scraping glass from far to near, like a few sharp claws scratching people's hearts. Lao Qi couldn't help but cover his ears, but it was difficult to stop the sound from passing through the eardrums and entering his mind.

Lao Qi covered his ears, and the sound made him feel like his head was put into the mixer. It seemed that a stick kept stirring in his head with the scream, and his blood was also boiling, starting to rush to his brain, and even seeping out from his facial features.

"Yin sucks the yang soul, yang breaks the yin, black and white impermanence, and seeks to give up and lose it, break it for me!"

The sound of the cook Ding Langlang was heard, and everyone could only hear a sound of something breaking, and then the light returned to the front of them. Qianlong's body fell to the ground, shriveled like firewood, and nothing seemed to have been born except for the tables and chairs that had just been knocked down and crooked.

"What...what's going on?"

Lao Qi's scalp was numb. The feeling just now was really crazy. Where the sound passed, countless cold hands seemed to touch him, even his consciousness was blurred. He reached out and touched his face, which had already caused blood to bleed in his seven orifices just now.

"Ghost covers his eyes."

The butcher squatted on the ground and reached out to press his hand on Qianlong's body, his face looking extremely ugly.

"You can't escape in my place. If you catch it, you will have a midnight snack."

Lao Qi swallowed and spitted. He was cold on his back. He looked at his brother's current ghost-like appearance and felt uncomfortable. He got off the table and squatted beside the corpse. He reached out and touched it, trying to smooth out Qianlong's pair of eyes that had been turned up, but when he saw that his hands were covered with blood, he took it back.

In an instant, Qianlong, who was pressed down by the Butcher Ding, suddenly raised his head and bit Lao Qi's palm.

The Ku Ding also had quick eyes and hands, and pressed Qianlong down with a snap. Deep in his open mouth, that is, in his throat, the Ku Ding skipped a few black silk and flashed past.

"Ha, it turns out that it's not a corpse transformation, Gu."
Chapter completed!