After seeing the "snacks" all over the street, it is not difficult for everyone to think about the reason why the "passers-by" are so eager to eat.

The wealthy middle-aged man held his head in his arms, patted it carefully, dusted it off, and then smiled.

However, he held his head in his hands and smiled with his head in his arms. This scene had too strong a visual impact on living people...

I originally thought that this would challenge the endurance of living people, but the next moment, this wealthy middle-aged man broke their limit again...

He held his head, stuck out his tongue, and started licking himself eagerly.

What he was licking was the blood it had just sprayed out...

"We can't waste it..."

After licking all the blood on himself and even on the ground clean, the wealthy middle-aged man pressed his head on his neck, pressed it back with a click, and then twisted it twice...

"Okay, okay..."

"Those goddamn bandits didn't want to chop off anything, but they still wanted to chop off my head. As a result, I often lost my head and couldn't see it again, which was very inconvenient..."

The wealthy middle-aged man talks a lot.

At this time, the "pedestrians" on the side who were about to move immediately stopped their commotion and continued to do whatever they were supposed to do.

It was as if nothing happened just now.

Only a small part of them were still floating around Chen Yi and the others, with their noses raised.

Zhiqiu Yiye's throat rolled, and he quietly took out a talisman, held it in his hand, moved his lips, and murmured.

The talisman in his hand suddenly ignited without fire.

After that, I saw those "passers-by" looking confused and shrugging their noses a few more times before stiffly turning around and leaving.

"Okay, okay..."

Zhiqiu Yiye patted his chest and exhaled: "This is our Kunlun sun-shielding talisman. I covered up all our yang energy. I thought it was a useless talisman, but I didn't expect it to be so effective."

Although I don't know what the consequences will be if they find out that they and others are alive, after all, they have been in this city for so long, and all the people coming and going around them are not alive, and nothing has happened.

But it would be better to do as little as possible with this kind of "standing out" thing.

Those "people" just now must have smelled their strange scent.

But I don't know why some respond and some don't.

Chen Yi had been looking at the wealthy middle-aged man quietly and did not have any special reaction because of his series of strange actions.

Only after he had put his head in place, he smiled and asked again: "If this is the city where people died in vain, then in that city are all the people who died in vain?"

"Let me think about it..."

"The person who died in vain...?"

"A long time ago, it seemed like this..."

The wealthy middle-aged man had a stiff face and a blank look in his eyes. Although he spoke slowly, his words were quite coherent.

"People who die in vain...are people like me who died for some reason before their life span was over..."

"After death, there will always be unwillingness, resentment, and resentment, but there is no way to reincarnate..."

"I have to temporarily live in this city of futile death..."

Chen Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "The young monk looks at you, the donor, but you don't seem to have any resentment in your heart and can't let it go?"

"yes……"

The wealthy middle-aged man was startled again, and his eyes became more confused: "Why don't I complain...?"

"The robber broke into my house, took away my property, slaughtered my relatives and friends, took my head, and caused me to suffer countless pains after my death..."

"I hate...I should hate...but why don't I hate or complain...?"

The confusion in its eyes became thicker and thicker, and finally it stopped.

In Chen Yi's words, it was down...

"Crack!"

The middle-aged man didn't know if he was thinking too hastily, so he pulled his head off with a click, held it in his arms, scratched his scalp, and patted it a few times like a watermelon.

"..."

Everyone's face twitched when they saw it.

Confused?

Scratching your head and thinking?

Several weird thoughts flashed through my mind, and after waiting for a long time, I was still "scratching my head" in my middle age...

As a last resort, Chen Yi stopped another person.

This is an old man, dressed in green clothes. Although he is not like the wealthy middle-aged man, who is dressed in jewels, he has an aura of nobility.

"Elders, do you know the origin of this city of vain death? Can you tell me?"

Chen Yi didn't say anything unnecessary and asked directly after stopping him.

Although the old man in green had a stiff face, his eyes were a little more lively than that of the wealthy middle-aged man.

Being stopped by Chen Yi, he was startled and seemed to need time to react.

But it was much faster than the middle-aged Xun. He hesitated and then said: "This is a waste of time for the city..."

"I heard that he was an eminent monk with boundless magical powers, great supernatural powers, and great compassion. He took pity on us who died in vain, and either wandered in the world of the sun, or wandered in the netherworld, unable to reincarnate, so he used great magical power to descend on the city of vain death...

"

"Living in this city can eliminate resentment. When resentment is eliminated, hatred is exhausted, and there is no worries, when the original life span ends, you can enter reincarnation and reincarnate..."

The voice of the old man in green was faint, but much smoother than that of the rich middle-aged man.

"Yes!"

At this time, the wealthy middle-aged man next to him seemed to have heard the words of the old man in green. He finally thought about the problem that had scratched his head just now and put his head back again...

"So that's what it is!"

"I should have been extremely resentful, but after living in this city for a long time, my resentment gradually disappeared, but..."

"I've been dead for hundreds of years, why can't I be reincarnated...?"

The wealthy middle-aged man could only speak a few words, and fell into a state of downtime again...

The old man in green clothes said quietly at this time: "You are also confused..."

"How can there be any reincarnation nowadays... Not to mention hundreds of years, I have been dead for more than a thousand years, and the day of reincarnation has not yet arrived..."

"This city of futile death was originally visited by people who died in vain. Now, only those with money can enter..."

"If you don't have money, not to mention dying in vain, you will be greatly wronged, and you will have no choice but to be homeless in the netherworld, competing with those wandering ghosts for food. If you don't want to be eaten by the evil ghosts, one day

, you will also be unbearably hungry and thirsty, and eat yourself..."

"Oh, I think that when I was still alive, I was framed and robbed by those eunuchs because of the treasures at home. I lost my life in vain. I don't want to die, but I still can't get rid of the burden of money. Fortunately, during my lifetime, I had a lot of money at home.

I have quite a bit of money, and the younger generations in my family are quite filial, and I have many sacrifices every year, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to enter this city of futile death..."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but feel that it was extremely novel.

At the same time, I also solved the confusion in my heart.

It's no wonder that the ghosts and ghosts in this city are completely different from those seen outside.

Although it's weird, it's even more so.

Except for the instinctive tendency to be angry with living people, he is not so violent and vicious.

"Yes!"

"oops!"

The wealthy middle-aged man was suddenly startled again, but his eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked at Chen Yi: "It's the holy monk!"

He let out a strange scream and plop, knelt straight down, prostrated himself to the ground and shouted: "Holy Monk, be merciful!"

“??”
Chapter completed!