Pointing at the sign taken out of the drawer, the boss said to Zhang Shun: "This sign is a big treasure. You can help you when you encounter danger. After you are sure you need to repair it in reverse, you can try it. If you can't wear it, I will think of other solutions for you."

Zhang Shun saw that the two straw ropes tied to the sign were quite long. It was probably okay for his stinging arms like a lemon, so how could he not be able to wear them? That was a problem that the tauren chef needed to consider, right? He picked up the armband and touched it. The touch was as cold as metal, but the weight was extremely lighter, which was lighter than the same volume of wood.

"Wear your left arm." The boss reminded, and he could see that he was a little nervous.

The boss's nervousness made Zhang Shun feel nervous. He just said that when he was dead, the boss simply didn't take it seriously. Now he has to wear an armband and he has to be so nervous?

He trembledly stretched his left arm into the rope ring, and just pulled the armband to the upper arm, the two straw ropes suddenly tightened automatically, just holding his arm so that they would not fall off.

"It's quite advanced." Zhang Shun patted his armband. The rope was not too tight. The curve of the brand was also very ergonomic, and wearing it was not at all a problem.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, very good. You have a good fit with this demon card. It will follow you in the future. When you encounter danger in your cultivation, it will help you on its own."

Zhang Shun was stunned: "Wait card? Isn't this an armband?"

"It's a monster card, a monster monster. You can regard it as a living creature. Only when a person with a high degree of fit puts on the armband will it automatically tighten the ropes, and will never let it go before it is formed. Well, in addition to helping you practice, this monster card also has the function of Sumikaze. Small things can be stored in it. If it is too big, it won't work now. You have to wait for it to grow up..."

"Hey...hey..." Zhang Shun interrupted the boss: "You are not focusing on the right thing? What is a monster? It's a monster? It's a shape? I will never let go? What does it mean? It's true that you put a living monster on my arm that I can never take off? How do you make me live?"

The boss's tone became calm again: "It's not my fault. I've said that you'll try it out before you can make sure you want to revise your cultivation. Indeed, it's not a living monster in the monster card, but a demon soul, sealed in the space inside. It doesn't eat meat or drink blood, and makes a living by absorbing your emotions. The bigger the space in the monster card, the more things it can accommodate. Because it's boarding on you, it will naturally save you when you are in danger. Of course, it will always remain sealed and avoid fighting for you. It will only react when your body is in danger, and it will only react to you."

"What's going on with the formation?"

"Forming means when it grows out of its body and breaks the seal. However, on the day it is formed, it will be dangerous. It will be affected by your way of thinking during its growth. If you are a good person, it is a good monster. After forming, it may continue to follow you and provide a strong support. If you are a bad person, it is a bad monster. The moment you come out, it will probably eat you. This is considered as a dangerous disaster for the people... Anyway, what kind of person you are, what kind of monster you are." The boss said and handed over another cigarette and lit one himself.

After such a long period of mental stimulation, Zhang Shun probably also gave birth to a revolutionary spirit of a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water and scalding the jar. He smoked and said, "I know, the three words 'hazard' are your catchphrase, right? It's been less than three hours since we met. I may be killed by the enemy, may be killed by the anti-Xingxiuxiu, or may be killed by monsters. Are you asking me to play "Eight Millions of Ways to Death" in turn? I didn't mess with you!"

He never thought he was a good person. After the demon soul grew up and took shape, it was very likely that he would treat him as his first meal.

The boss ignored Zhang Shun's joke: "I have done what I can do to help you find a solution. The rest depends on yourself. Before starting the reverse practice, you'd better practice yourself stronger, and the stronger the better. This is the foundation of the foundation. Your reverse practice is physical cultivation, so you must not be lazy in this aspect of your body! If you encounter something you don't understand, you can ask me directly. If I'm not here, ask other people in the inn... Well... Except for Taoist priests, you must not force yourself. You are the first one who practices like this, and you must explore it."

Zhang Shun opened the door in tears again - not moved, but still fumigated - this time he was too lazy to sit down, turned around and took the notebook with his life-threatening life, and asked the boss: "Is there anything else? If it's okay, I'll think about how much chance I have to survive on average and how many days can I live."

The boss nodded: "You will ask the Taoist priest to take you to familiarize yourself with the inn. You must remember something. The fourth floor of Wufu Inn must not go up! No matter whether you are curious or hear any strange sounds, you will die if you go up. Remember! There is nothing else. Go and calculate it carefully. Take this as motivation. You can only fight to the death if you are about to die. When you think you are about to die, remember to tell me the location. I will pick up the demon card. You can't throw this treasure around."

Zhang Shun hunched over and left the manager's office with a sad face. The aisle was not narrow, and at least three people could pass side by side, but Zhang Shun felt that he was walking on the wire rope above the cliff. The wire rope was swaying and getting thinner.

Just a few steps away, a loud noise came from the lobby, which scared him so much that he almost fell off the "wire rope".

Stepping into the lobby, Zhang Shun saw a man standing in front of the reception desk, three points thinner than himself. He looked less than twenty years old. He had a black short-sleeved shirt as big as a dress. I don’t know which angle to see what was printed on it. There was a pair of yellow big-crotch pants on the lower body, and the crotch was almost hanging to the knees. It felt weird no matter how you look at it. This guy’s face looked quite pleasing, but he was holding his head with neither red nor yellow hair, which was curled and twisted, reminding Zhang Shun of instant noodles with too much chili oil.

The man yelled at the reception desk with a arrogant look. The content was not that the charge was high, but that the inn service attitude was not good, which aroused Zhang Shun's curiosity. He walked over and shot it on the reception desk with a heavy "bar" sound, and said in the tone of Mr. Yang before, "I am the inn manager. I have something to say, and I will leave the court if I have nothing to do..."

The instant noodles were so scared that they jumped away with a "scream" sound, and put the word "magnificent" that Zhang Shun was about to drag the long sound back.

After turning to see Zhang Shun dressing up like a homeless man, instant noodles took a step back with some disgust. They raised their toes and looked at Mr. Yang behind the reception desk. Seeing that Mr. Yang was still counting coins and did not protest, they accepted that Zhang Shun was the person in charge and said arrogantly: "I want to see Xiaoyao, you can hand her over quickly."

Zhang Shunle said: "Super it? Why do you say this as if we are holding on to others?"

The instant noodles were even louder: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the person quickly. My dad... can keep your broken hotel closed forever." He learned from his predecessors' lessons, but he didn't say his father's name.

Zhang Shun slapped his thigh and said, "I know who your dad is!"

"Do you know?" Instant face was stunned. He never thought that his father would have contact with someone dressed like this.

Zhang Shun wiped his nose, looking like he was coordinating the affairs of the world, and said with a shaking head: "Of course I know! Isn't he just a Saiyan? When he transforms, his hair can straighten up and turn golden. You must be a mixed-race person and you are not well-educated, so your hair is so inconsistent. By the way, will you be tired if you keep changing? "

Mr. Yang's expression at the reception desk did not change, but his hands trembled because of Zhang Shun's words, causing several coins to fall to the ground. Because his head was too big, he leaned over and picked up the coins with some difficulty, gave Zhang Shun a blank look, and then continued to lower his head to count the money.

The instant noodles were so angry that they were really a super Saiyan smell. The sound increased by octave again: "You... are so messy! Get a hand over to someone, isn't you just a little security guard? Believe it or not, I'll ask someone to smash this broken store now?"

Zhang Shun sighed. This guy seemed to be some kind of second generation in the legend. He used to think that the descriptions of such people in the novel were too exaggerated, but he didn't expect that the authors were still too conservative. He pretended to be afraid and said, "Okay, okay, just let it go, who... Xiaoyao is?"

"It's... it's Uncle Fang... Uncle Fang's daughter. Didn't she say she checked in at noon?" Zhang Shun's expression and tone made the instant noodles' arrogance disappear - Could it be that he had found the wrong place?

"Yu Qing? Is that rich businessman? It turns out that his daughter is Fang Xiaoyao. I heard that those who chase Fang Xiaoyao can work hard for twenty years less. Are you planning this? But... the daughter of a rich businessman really can live in such a broken store?" Zhang Shun did not forget the girl carrying her suitcase, but after seeing the puzzled expression of instant noodles, she went with the flow.

Instant Noodles looked at Zhang Shun suspiciously, took out a cell phone that had just entered the market from her big pants, walked out of the door and called.

The blind Taoist sat on the sofa and admired the various photos on his mobile phone. The monk Shui was standing at the door in a daze and drank, all of whom were hanging up high. Zhang Shun turned to ask Mr. Yang: "Will our inn send a uniform? My outfit is ugly enough, it really damages the image of the inn." He knew that this matter must ask Mr. Yang, and that Yu Qing's bank card was still in the drawer of the reception desk.

"No." Mr. Yang was too lazy to raise his head, and he pressed a coin on the stage with his finger.

Although he guessed the result, Zhang Shun was still a little disappointed when the guess turned into reality. This outfit is coming, and it is really uncomfortable to wear it. He doesn't have any underwear or socks. He has to buy these things quickly, but he still has half a body.

"Ouch!" The blind Taoist suddenly shouted and jumped up from the sofa, walked to Zhang Shun's side in three steps and two steps, and said excitedly: "The boss has even given you the demon cards! It's really big."

The Taoist priest shouted, and the monk came over, squirting his wine and marveling.

"Why are you so excited? You want to give it to you. I'm so embarrassed to wear this thing." Zhang Shun raised his arm and wanted to rub it on the monk Taoist priest.

The two of them hurriedly dodged away, and the monk Shui said while hiding, "This thing will fall off after you die." The blind Taoist said, "Of course I want it. If it weren't for this demon card, I would have worked here. By the way, I have a way to let you take down the demon card alive."

"What method?" Zhang Shun stopped making trouble. Who wouldn't be afraid of putting a monster on his arm?

"You can cut off your left arm, and the demon card will naturally follow you." The blind Taoist said seriously, and in a tone of discussion with Zhang Shun.

"Go to you, I'll change my arms to your head, will you change it?" Zhang Shun hurriedly hid back.

The blind Taoist actually thought carefully for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Switch! But I have to wait for a few years. Now I am not strong enough. If I cut my head, I will die. After a few years, I will grow up. At worst, I can give up all my skills and grow my head again. For this demon card, it's worth it!"
Chapter completed!