Du Gui was extremely excited at this moment.

He kept begging the eight coffin-carrying ghosts to leave, acting very humble.

But actually.

His idea was that as long as the coffin bearer had the idea of ​​leaving, it would be considered as the meal was over and he had provided services, and the other party would definitely give him money.

If you can't give me money, you'll have to pay with your flesh.

What if the eight coffin bearers never left?

It became Schrödinger's meal, maybe he ate it, or maybe he didn't.

"Want to leave after eating?"

"Haha, do you really think that our Home Inn is a charity?"

Du Gui held the kitchen knife horizontally and stopped in front of the eight coffin-carrying ghosts.

The eight coffin-carrying ghosts all looked at him.

For the first time, there was some malice in his eyes.

A moment.

Du Gui felt like falling into an ice cave.

His intuition told him that if he didn't get out of the way, the eight coffin bearers would attack him without hesitation.

Because I blocked their way.

But the next second.

Inside Home Inn...

The cold breath slowly spread out.

Cover everything directly.

The eight coffin bearers froze instantly.

That invisible suppressive force prevented them from taking action against Du Gui.

"Hey! It's quite arrogant!"

Du Gui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a stern voice: "You bastards, you want to eat the Overlord's meal, but you actually want to attack me?"

"You're tired of living, aren't you?"

"I've been running a dark store for so long, am I afraid of you?"

"This meal costs one trillion hell coins! Hand over all your money to me, otherwise, no one will be able to leave!"

One trillion is a very scary number.

I'm afraid no ghost can take it out.

The reason why Du Gui dared to ask for it was because the specifications for entertaining "distinguished guests" this time were indeed very expensive.

At the very least, ancient corpses in the Ming Dynasty were not treated like this.

Moreover, if there is less.

If the other party can really take it out, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

If you want more, I'm afraid Home Inn's rules will ignore the price you set.

After all, Du Gui couldn't beat the opponent and couldn't use force to demand a price.

One trillion is a more appropriate number.

The eight coffin bearers were trembling.

But it's not fear.

It's a kind of anger, like meeting an enemy.

They are rebelling against the rules of Home Inn.

For a while.

From the feet of the eight coffin-carrying ghosts, it immediately became dim and seemed to be swallowed up by darkness.

The red square logs carried by the eight coffin bearers also had a fishy smell.

Tick ​​tock…

Tick ​​tock…

Drops of blood slowly fell to the ground.

After the blood hit the ground, it immediately began to spread.

The cold atmosphere in Home Inn was instantly suppressed.

Du Gui is the owner of the hotel.

He immediately felt something was wrong.

These eight coffin bearers can actually compete with Home Inn?

"Bring my coffin over here!"

Du Guiyi gritted his teeth and roared at the ancient corpse of the Ming Dynasty.

He stood in front of the eight coffin-carrying ghosts, blocking the way and making it difficult to pass.

If these eight coffin bearers could really defy the hotel's rules and turn the Home Inn upside down, I would fight them to the death.

"No one can touch my hotel!"

Du Gui's eyes turned red, and his mind felt like it was exploding.

The eight coffin-carrying ghosts touched his taboo.

Home Inn is Du Gui's taboo and his obsession.

But at this moment.

Deep underground in Home Inn.

In that dry well.

A wisp of white mist slowly emerged.

Two strange figures were kneeling beside the dry well, as if worshiping.

The moment the white mist appears.

The atmosphere of the entire Home Inn has once again undergone earth-shaking changes.

There was a crash...

The rolling shutter door automatically falls.

A terrifying will instantly enveloped the eight coffin bearers.

Plop...

The eight coffin bearers knelt directly in front of Du Gui.

The vision just now, the spreading darkness, and the blood dripping from the red square wood, disappeared in an instant.

It's like it never happened.

Then, the entire Home Inn became like hell.

All the ghost employees were driven by some kind of force and came out of the walls and ceiling. They all knelt on the ground, trembling.

Including ancient Ming Dynasty corpses carrying coffins.

It also knelt on the ground.

Only Du Gui.

He was holding a kitchen knife and standing in front of a kind of ghost, with a fierce look in his eyes and a ferocious expression on his face.

In his mouth, he was breathing heavily.

Although he didn't turn into a ghost.

But at this moment, he is more dangerous and more terrifying than any ghost.

"Damn it, you want to demolish my hotel!"

Du Gui kicked the coffin bearer closest to him on the head.

boom……

The ghost carrying the coffin remained motionless.

Du Gui kicked him crazily and chopped with his knife.

"A bunch of bastards!"
To be continued...