Chapter 284 Wang Po's Broth

The three of them looked at each other.

They all heard Yang Bin's request, hesitated for two seconds, and decided to go over to help.

Wu Xian walked over and tried to open the lid of the jar.

The lid of this jar is a straight-up and straight-down type, with no threads, so theoretically it should be able to be opened with a slight lift, but Wu Xian used all his strength but failed to open the lid.

One of Yang Bin's hands in the jar was bloody, and the other hand was pinching the neck of a pale ghost.

This ghost looks exactly like Yang Bin, a smaller version of Yang Bin. He is trying to attack Yang Bin with his fangs and claws. It is unknown how long Yang Bin can hold out with one arm.

At first, Yang Bin was so frightened that he was stunned. As a result, he watched helplessly as one of his hands was crippled by the pale ghost.

By the time he wanted to resist, his remaining hand was no longer able to deal with the little devil.
Click...

When Yang Bin heard someone responding to his words and was about to open the lid of the jar, he was immediately ecstatic, but a moment later he heard words from Wu Xian that made him despair.

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

Yang Bin suddenly broke down in tears and started crying.

What a pity.

He was just an ordinary, honest man who came out to hang out. How could he have encountered such a horrible thing?

In extreme fear.

Yang Bin's IQ suddenly came online, and he noticed the two words in Wu Xian's words.

'Urn'

Yang Bin was immediately overjoyed and said, "Sima Guang smashed the jar! Smash the jar quickly, and I can get out after it breaks!"

After hearing Yang Bin's request, Wu Xian frowned.

"The certificate of ordination says that we came from a coffin and we must go back to the same coffin. If we want to leave the blessed land, the coffin or urn that brought us to Wuzang Village may be very important. If it is destroyed, bad things may happen."

Yang Bin yelled anxiously: "I'm almost fucking dead, why would I care what I do in the future? Smash it, hurry up!"

"Then, as you wish."

Wu Xian took a step back.

Wei Hengbo raised the long sword in his hand, along with the scabbard, and smashed it hard on the jar where Yang Bin was. A big hole suddenly appeared in the jar, and cracks appeared in other places as well.

In the jar.

The pale ghost figure caught by Yang Bin suddenly stopped struggling. A huge hole appeared in his abdomen, and then the rest of his body was filled with cracks, and the whole body turned to ashes.

“Ha…I…”

Before he could be happy, Yang Bin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He reached down and touched a warm, slippery, and slowly moving strip of something where his stomach should have been...

That is, his intestines!
With a desperate wail, Yang Bin's body burst along with the jar.

……

In a broken jar.

It was filled with a pool of broken flesh and blood, emitting a fishy smell and with a wisp of hot steam coming out of it.

Wei Hengbo's hand holding the long sword was trembling slightly. He wanted to help, but he didn't expect that his sword would have such terrible consequences. Wei Qinglan could only pat his back to comfort him.

Wu Xian's face turned ugly.

He thought that the jar would break and something bad might happen, but he didn't expect that Yang Bin's body would also break. Could it be that the jar and human life are bound together?

No matter how.

With this lesson from Yang Bin, they will never be able to help others out of trouble again.

Fortunately, the pale ghost's strength was not that strong. As long as he was not frightened and forgot to resist, it would not be very difficult to survive alone in the coffin and jar. Wu Xian raised his head and looked up at the sky.

I saw that the clouds in the sky were sparse, and the edge of one of the clouds was glowing. I was afraid that the moonlight would appear soon.

If you look further outside the village, you can vaguely see swaying shadows in the wilderness.

The wind is freezing now. Nothing good will happen if we continue staying here. The most urgent thing is to go back to the room first, at least it will be safe.

So Wu Xian, Wei Hengbo and the other two ran back to their rooms.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the thatched hut, Wu Xian smelled an enticing aroma.

The structure of the thatched house is very simple.

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

The inner room has a bed and a tattered table and chairs, which is used for rest. The outer room only has a stove and a water tank.

At this time, a pot of meat soup was cooking on the stove in the outer room. A kind old lady was stirring the pot with a long spoon. The smell of the meat soup alone was enough to make people's appetites grow.

When the old lady saw Wu Xian, she scooped a bowl of broth from the pot, turned around and handed it to Wu Xian, grinning with only three yellow teeth in her mouth.

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

Wu Xian lowered his head and looked at the boiling broth. He was silent for a while and said reluctantly, "I'm not hungry. You should keep this delicacy for yourself."

Granny Wang pushed the broth forward and said, "There's still some broth in the pot, enough for everyone. Eat it while it's hot. It won't be good if it gets cold."

It’s hard to refuse such hospitality.

Under the old man's expectant gaze, Wu Xian could only take the bowl of broth.

Suddenly, the door was opened again.

Jian Lingyu and Su Xuan had just escaped from the coffin. When they saw the scene in the room, they were stunned. Su Xuan was shaking like a sieve.

He is not afraid of death.

But the old lady who had just been buried during the day came back by herself at night. This strange scene really made him feel scared.

When Granny Wang saw the two of them, she laughed strangely again.

"You guys are back too!"

She filled two bowls of broth and handed them over.

"Baby, it must be tiring to help me dig the hole!"

"Thank you for tidying up my remains. Otherwise, I, an old woman, would be too ashamed to face anyone down there."

While Granny Wang was chattering, the three of them got the broth, but no one wanted to drink it. They just held it and looked at Granny Wang thoughtfully.

Granny Wang urged, "Drink it, drink it quickly, are you disgusted with me?"

Wu Xian looked down at the broth.

He didn't want to dislike Granny Wang, but was this broth really for human consumption?
The greasy broth was filled with yellow fat chunks of meat, irregular in shape, and with unshaved hair, which was disgusting to look at...

God knows where this old lady got the ingredients from, so you definitely can’t drink this broth. If you drink it, there’s a high chance that you’ll be contaminated with something troublesome.

Except for the soup.

The most urgent thing Wu Xian needs to figure out right now is whether this old lady is an enemy or a friend?
Maybe she came here sincerely to express her gratitude, but ghosts can only cook such disgusting dishes.

Or maybe she just came here to harm people in the name of gratitude, and the broth was already poisoned or cursed...

Granny Wang's true attitude will determine whether Wu Xian will use force against her. He has been eagerly waiting for his thunder-inducing spell.

(End of this chapter)