Zhao Yuan and the King of Corpses rushed to the restaurant on the first floor like a whirlwind.
When one person and one body rushed to the restaurant, the meal was already finished.
No, strictly speaking, there should be no food. In the middle of the restaurant, there was a huge iron pot with hot steam coming out, but there was no food.
At the dining table in the restaurant, dozens of cultivators were gathered around, each holding a huge iron basin filled with messy food.
The dim-eyed waiter shrugged towards the stunned Zhao Yuan and the King of Corpses, and spread his hands to show that he had no more. His expression seemed to say: I called you.
"I! Want! Eat! Food!"
The King of Corpses gritted his teeth and stared at a group of cultivators fiercely. He dug his fingers on his head and made a sound of gold and iron. It was thrilling. However, no one in the group of cultivators paid attention to him. They all engrossed themselves in eating.
The food in front of me was as powerful as Mount Tai collapsing in front of me.
"Shopkeeper, do you still have food?" Zhao Yuan patted the berserk King of Corpses and asked the shopkeeper who was obsessed with the account book.
"No……"
"Yes or no?" Zhao Yuan summoned a shiny hairpin from the Sumeru Ring.
"Hey... what is this?" The shopkeeper looked curiously at the crystal hairpin in Zhao Yuan's hand.
"Is there any?" Zhao Yuan made a move to take back the hairpin in his hand.
"Yes, yes, but what is the use of this thing?!" the shopkeeper replied quickly and waved to the waiter, who immediately understood and entered the kitchen.
"This is a woman's hairpin. If you meet someone who knows the goods, it will be more valuable than the flying sword." Zhao Yuan spread his hair and demonstrated with the hairpin.
"So powerful?" The shopkeeper looked unbelieving.
"Believe me, besides, you won't suffer any loss. I only have a few meals. I still have a few here. It's useless for me to keep them. You can just take them all." Zhao Yuan took out a few more ingenious ones.
Delicate crystal hairpins are placed on the counter.
"Hehe... Not bad, the craftsmanship looks pretty good..."
The shopkeeper couldn't put it down and played with the crystal hairpin, marveling at it.
Naturally, Zhao Yuan would not say that these were modern craftsmanship from the earth, rather than handmade. Zhao Yuan took out these gadgets not just on a whim, but with deep meaning.
Fairy Caixia and the others all know these hairpins. As long as they can see the hairpins, they will know that he has also arrived at the Sha Miao Formation.
Zhao Yuan guessed that the shopkeeper must have some kind of sales channel, and gave him a few hairpins, which meant that these hairpins were likely to flow in the market, thus greatly increasing the chance of being discovered by Fairy Caixia and the others...
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Bang!
The trembling waiter walked up to the King of Corpses with a large basin of food, and placed the iron basin directly at the feet of the King of Corpses.
"Hiss..." The King of Ten Thousand Corpses was overjoyed and squatted down to eat.
"slow!"
Zhao Yuan suddenly shouted loudly, the air shook, and the King of Corpses was caught off guard. He was startled by Zhao Yuan, and his body froze, like a sculpture.
"You are not a dog, you are the king of corpses! The supreme king!" Zhao Yuan said word by word.
"Yes, I am the king, I am the king of corpses!"
Black mist boiled in the deep-set eye sockets of the King of Corpses, his dark nails shone with dark light, and his whole body exuded an extremely ferocious aura.
"Hel him pick it up!" Zhao Yuan stared at the trembling waiter.
"Huh!" A cruel smile appeared on the originally weak waiter's face.
"Take it!" Zhao Yuan clenched his fists, and his gray robe moved automatically without wind, making a hunting sound.
"What are you doing, rebelling! They are distinguished guests, pick them up quickly!" The shopkeeper frowned and looked at the waiter with a displeased look on his face.
"yes."
The waiter walked up to the King of Corpses and bent down to pick up the iron basin on the ground.
call!
As soon as the waiter bent down, the skeletal hand of the King of Corpses suddenly grabbed the waiter like lightning, blowing a roaring wind. The waiter seemed to have taken precautions and retreated quickly, but he still slowed down a little, and his bun was pulled up by the waiter.
The King of Corpses holds on tightly.
Bang bang bang!
The waiter's hair was grabbed by the King of Corpses, but his hands did not stop, and he suddenly struck out. The fist was extremely fast and violent, hitting the body of the King of Corpses, making a frightening muffled sound, like a blow.
On top of the leather drum.
The King of Corpses is not an ordinary zombie. He is the King of Corpses. He has been sleeping in the prehistoric area for endless years and has devoured countless souls and souls. His body, made of steel and iron, has reached the point of being invulnerable.
The ability to withstand strikes is beyond the imagination of human cultivators.
"Jiejiejiejie..."
The King of Ten Thousand Corpses did not react at all, and let out a series of cold laughter. He suddenly raised his right arm and lifted the waiter in the air. The bathrobe on his arm slid down, revealing a skeleton arm of steel and iron bones. At the same time, Ten Thousand Corpses
The corpse king's left hand was spread out, and his sharp nails flashed with blue electric light as he stabbed towards the waiter...
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"Stop!" the shopkeeper yelled, and his body suddenly shot up and rushed towards the King of Corpses.
Unfortunately, the shopkeeper was late.
Poof!
The dark nails like sharp swords penetrated the waiter's chest, and a black energy spread all over the waiter's body in an instant. The waiter's mouth was half open, and his old face filled with corpse air showed an incredible expression.
Peng!
The King of Corpses loosened his fingers, and the waiter's body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. His eyes were cloudy and lifeless, full of unwillingness.
The shopkeeper, who was blowing by like a hurricane, stopped abruptly.
The shopkeeper looked at the corpse on the ground with an incredulous expression.
The entire inn hall fell into a suffocating silence. The group of cultivators who were concentrating on eating also stopped eating. Dozens of pairs of eyes fell on the body of the waiter. Like the shopkeeper, they were also
Incredible expression on face.
I almost didn't expect that a zombie could actually kill a master like the waiter.
Of course, people never expected that this zombie would dare to kill people unscrupulously in the Sha Miao Formation.
In the Sha Miao Formation, because everyone is full of extreme danger, and the cultivator's induction is reduced countless times, a delicate balance is formed. Even the most powerful master will try his best.
Control your emotions to avoid becoming the target of attacks by others.
Zhao Yuan didn't know the details of Sha Miao City. Anyone who could find a job in Sha Miao City was considered a master. As for this waiter, don't underestimate him. His cultivation level was at least an advanced level.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to find this job.
From beginning to end, Zhao Yuan did not move. He was observing everyone's reaction, including the shopkeeper's.
Zhao Yuan saw that although the innkeeper was surprised, he had no intention of avenging the waiter, which made Zhao Yuan feel relieved.
It seems that this is what the little Keke said. In this Shamiao Formation, the law of the jungle is followed, and only evil people have a market!