Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Chapter 435 Zombie Taoist Priest 50

"He's coming soon, we need to get out of here quickly!"

Zhong Bang couldn't believe it. "Sister, don't talk nonsense!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Zhong Bang held Bi Xin's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The originally joyous atmosphere was shattered by this sudden news, replaced by panic.

Ren Yinyin stood up and looked around warily, with Achan and Awei hiding behind her.

Suddenly, a chilling, eerie aura swept in like a whirlwind, sending shivers down one's spine.

Everyone was terrified and panicked, ordering themselves to retreat in an attempt to get away from this terrifying yin energy.

Just then, two eerie shadows shot out from the doorway like lightning, moving with lightning speed, catching everyone off guard.

One shadow was a vibrant red, while the other was as pale as paper.

Upon closer inspection, the red shadow turned out to be a slippery tongue!

It flies through the air like a whip, lashing the guests hard, or binds them tightly like a rope, then swings them around violently.

In an instant, screams of agony from the guests rose and fell, echoing throughout the room.

The white shadow was even more astonishing; it was a solitary head!

Its long neck was attached to the back, disappearing into the cold, white mist behind it.

The head spun rapidly through the air before lunging at a guest's neck, biting down hard and refusing to let go.

The sound of slurping could be heard, and the guest's face instantly turned deathly pale, his body beginning to tremble violently...

Achan and Awei were terrified by the extremely frightening scene. They clung tightly to Ren Yinyin's clothes, closed their eyes, and screamed incessantly.

Ren Yinyin was also startled, but as a cultivator, she forced herself to remain calm, protecting Achan and Awei while retreating to a corner of the room.

These two are definitely demons!

Mao Xiaofang bit his fingertip, then, with lightning speed, pointed it at the terrifying head.

With a scream, the head retracted and disappeared into the white mist.

Upon seeing this, Ren Yinyin bit her fingertip, drawing blood, and used her finger like a sword to stab at the red tongue.

The red tongue trembled slightly, then coiled towards Ren Yinyin like a snake.

Ren Yinyin dodged the attack and casually threw a chair at him.

The chairs fell apart. Ren Yinyin picked up a broken chair leg, smeared it with her fingertip blood, and slashed at the red tongue.

With a sharp cry, the red tongue withdrew...

Ren Yinyin stood behind Mao Xiaofang, her eyes fixed on the dissipating white mist at the doorway, her heart filled with tension and unease.

As the white mist slowly dissipated, a tall figure gradually emerged.

The figure became clearer and clearer, finally fully revealed to everyone.

He had long, flowing hair, a handsome face, and a faint smile on his lips. He was none other than Yang Feiyun, who should have been dead long ago!

"Yang Feiyun?" Upon seeing this, Mao Xiaofang's face darkened. He took a step forward, tightly protecting the people behind him, and asked sternly, "Your enemy is me. Why did you order them to kill?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Feiyun burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the silent hall and sending chills down everyone's spine.

"Haha, they have no grudge against me." Yang Feiyun's smile grew even more sinister. He suddenly unfurled his cloak, sweeping over like a black whirlwind. "However, they made one mistake!"

Mao Xiaofang glared angrily at Yang Feiyun and roared, "What is it?"

"They shouldn't have come to this wedding banquet!" Yang Feiyun's voice was cold and mocking, as if he were laughing at everyone's ignorance.

Mao Xiaofang could no longer tolerate Yang Feiyun's arrogance. He roared, leaped up, and pounced straight at Yang Feiyun.

In an instant, their fists and palms clashed, their magical power overflowing, and the two instantly engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle.

However, Yang Feiyun's strength is clearly far superior to Mao Xiaofang's.

After only a dozen or so moves, Mao Xiaofang was knocked away by Yang Feiyun and crashed heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Ren Yinyin and Zhong Bang rushed forward and helped the injured Mao Xiaofang up.

They stared intently at Yang Feiyun, their faces filled with panic and anger, deeply worried about what was about to happen.

"Ah Fan, what's wrong, Ah Fan?" Ah Jin's terrified voice rang out.

Just now, in order to protect Ah Jin, Ah Fan was hit by the red tongue, flew out and crashed into the wall, and a bloody hole was opened on his forehead, which was bleeding continuously.

Afraid that Afan was bleeding to death, Ajin cried out in panic, "Master Mao, Afan is bleeding!"

Mao Xiaofang's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak. Their lives were now in Yang Feiyun's control.

Sure enough, upon hearing Ah Jin's pitiful cries, Yang Feiyun's smile widened, as if he had thought of something amusing.

"Lock them up!"

……

Yang Feiyun paid no attention to the guests, letting them flee for their lives.

Meanwhile, Mao Xiaofang and his group of more than ten people were all locked in the dark and damp cell in the basement of the Yu family's house, surrounded by a nauseating stench.

“Mr. Yu, this is your home. You should be quite familiar with this place. Is there any secret passage or hidden door that we can use to escape?” Zhong Jun asked anxiously, grabbing Yu Dahai’s arm.

Yu Dahai looked distressed and shook his head repeatedly, sighing, "Oh dear, this basement was built by that guy Yang Feiyun. How could he possibly have left us an escape route!"

His voice was filled with despair and helplessness, as if he had already foreseen his tragic end.

Just then, a mournful cry suddenly rang out in the cell.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ah Jin lying on Ah Fan's body, wailing loudly.

Mao Xiaofang quickly walked to A Fan's side, carefully examined the wound on his forehead, and frowned deeply.

The wound was terrifyingly deep, and blood kept gushing out, staining the ground beneath A-Fan dark red.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head helplessly. Although he knew some medical skills, he was at a loss when faced with such a serious injury.

Ren Yinyin stood to the side, looking at A Fan's pale face and bleeding wounds, and felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

"Ah Jin..." Bi Xin called softly, wanting to comfort Ah Jin.

"Ah Fan, please save him..." Ah Jin ignored everyone's comforting words and just kept crying and shouting, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam.

"Master Mao, Yin Yin, you are all-powerful, you must have a way to save A Fan, please save him, he is bleeding..." A Jin cried so hard that he could hardly breathe, and his voice became hoarse.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head and sighed again; he simply couldn't give A Jin a definite answer.

Ren Yinyin silently lowered her head, not daring to look into A Jin's hopeful eyes, because she knew they couldn't save A Fan at all...

“I beg Yang Feiyun, I beg him to let us out…” Ah Jin refused to give up and ran to the prison door, shouting.

"Yang Feiyun, let us out!"

"Yang Feiyun, let us out!"

"Ah Fan is dying, please, let us out!"

"Yang Feiyun, please let us go..."

"Yang Feiyun..."

"Yang Feiyun, let us out..."

Zhong Jun wanted to step forward to stop A Jin's reckless behavior, but Yang Feiyun was still wondering how he planned to deal with them!