On the west side of Dijiazhuang, the side courtyard hall.

Wang Langjun sat cross-legged in the middle, behind the desk table with both ends raised.

Put aside the kneeling etiquette.

Ignore the strange eyes of others.

He grabbed the meat piece from the purple bowl on the table with his right hand, put the wine cup up and down with his left hand and put it into his mouth, and the wind blew the clouds.

At that speed, it seems like eating meat melts in your mouth, without chewing it?

One sip of meat and one sip of wine, and you will have it on your neck when you drink.

Is this a beef meal?

It has nothing to do with outsiders.

Eat so happily?

Hungry ghost?

Can't eat enough?

I saw that there was little wine and meat.

I can’t see enough when I go down to three tables.

But the belly is flat and small.

Where did you eat so much wine and meat?

You must know that it is the appetite of more than ten people.

Whenever the servants of the Di family came in, they were frightened when they saw Wang Langjunhai’s appearance of eating, but they dared not speak out.

When he went out, he said that Wang Langjun was a hungry ghost.

The reputation of hungry ghosts spreads like wildfire.

Wang Langjun knew nothing about this, and he ate and drank a lot, thinking that he had finally recovered.

I tried my best to fight the enemy, but I almost starved to death until I ended up.

I don't know what's going on.

So far, Wang Langjun's thinking was still in a daze. He swayed and stood up, staggered into the wing room on the right side of the hall, and fell on the bed and fell into a dream.

"Hog, hug..."

"What a pig, you can sleep when you eat and gain weight?"

"Fatten fat? Have you ever seen such people who can eat more than pigs to gain weight?"

"He is not a human, he is a hungry ghost. Go and notify Mr. Pu quickly..."

Three or five servants cleaned up the dishes and looked at Wang Langjun in the wing room and discussed it in a disagreement.

Talking frankly contempt without any concealment.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Langjun was not regarded as a human being.

It seems that Wang Langjun is a hungry ghost and is avoided by his servants.

The servant packed the dishes and left in a hurry. The rest of Wang Langjun lying on the kang snored and dreamed of butterflies...

Dreaming of entering a fairyland, floating in the clouds.

The clouds and smoke are lingering, and the wind is clear.

There is no duckweed in the white smoke.

In the mist, it turned into a human-shaped blue smoke floating with the smoke and clouds.

No weight, no body sensation.

Even Yanyun's human body cannot control it.

The body lets the smoke and clouds mercy in the wind, performing Jiu Jitsu, and throwing yoga into the corner.

Yoga is not enough.

It is incomparable to the flexible and deformed limbs.

Quite strange and bizarre.

The key is that the visual thinking is very clear and the changes in the limbs in the smoke and clouds are captured.

This is amazing and incredible.

Where is this?

Could it be that he has become a soul body?

On the way to hell, or are you traveling out of your body and wandering around the clouds?

It feels a bit like being a god, free and easy.

Just can't do anything?

The freshness is accompanied by endless wandering and turns into boredom, boredom, impetuousness, anger, and indifferent...

At this time, the limbs seem to be able to control them?

This is a surprise discovery.

So I learned that birds fly.

Pretend to dive as a fighter.

Then connect somersault cloud.

Ladder clouds.

The movie cloud.

Cool!

Still...

The strong wind blew.

The clouds and smoke were rolled up and overwhelmed the limbs.

Rolling in a dizzy way.

It’s like Sun Wukong’s return when he was drunk?

Back to Huaguo Mountain in a daze.

No, enter a space.

This is a magical space with white and blue as the main tone.

Light blue vortexes are embedded in white smoke and clouds, spreading their vision.

It is everywhere.

No, there is no...

"Metaphor"

Ghosts floated over the river where ice silk air flows retracted.

The soul body was out of control, accompanied by the ice silk airflow sucking into the river. The soul body did not bubble when it entered the river, but the ghost was struggling hideously.

Oh my god, the baby is scared to death.

Is this the cold current to draw souls?

Hiding, taking advantage of the air and turning to the right, hissing...

Take a breath of cold air, uh, thinking cool air.

There is no body, only the soul body feels weird.

I saw the Purgatory of Fire on the right...

There is also a sword mountain ahead.

It's over.

Dead.

hell?

But this is different from the hell of cognition.

Are the eighteen levels of hell spread on the ground?

Let ghosts break forward.

Is this asking for death?

No, it seems to be rushing forward for survival?
To be continued...