Scattered tiles and debris fell all over the floor.
Even though it was repaired, it was just barely supported with willow sticks, mud, and bamboo strips.
The inn's flag was swaying gently in the breeze, as if it might collapse at any time.
When he got closer, Chen Xiu noticed it.
There were thick cobwebs in the corners of the walls, and ivy covered the edges of the walls.
On the road leading to the inn, there are quite tall mulberry trees, casting shadows.
"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little cold."
The breeze blew by, and Wang Sheng subconsciously hugged his shoulders.
Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, with an intriguing smile on his face: "Let's go, let's go to the inn."
As I approached the courtyard, there was a sound of "crash, clatter, clatter".
"This, is this a poplar tree?"
Wang Sheng raised his head slightly, a little surprised.
It is rare to see such a big poplar tree planted in the yard.
There is an old saying: Do not carry mulberry trees in front of you, do not carry willow trees in the back, and do not plant ghosts in the courtyard.
This inn is actually fully occupied!
Chen Xiu stepped forward slightly, looked at the slightly reddish poplar branches, and said playfully: "You are so brave! This Linchuan Mansion is really special."
He slowly walked into the courtyard and said quietly: "Store, there are customers coming to the door!"
Wang Sheng was slightly scared and whispered: "Brother Chen, do you think we will step into a black shop?"
"Zhiqua——"
The patchwork wooden door was pushed open.
The man wearing a turban walked out slowly, folding his hands.
When he saw Chen Xiu and the other two, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then showed a bit of a smile: "Hey, we have a guest, please come inside."
The man is quite honest, like a farmer.
Chen Xiu's eyes fell on the man's face.
His hair is gray and his eyebrows are quite sparse and scattered.
There are meridians bulging in front of his forehead, and the dark meaning can be vaguely seen.
His eyes were slightly open, with faint bloodshot eyes in his pupils.
When speaking, sparse teeth can be seen between the opening and closing of the mouth.
At first glance, he looks like a farmer in his thirties or forties, but upon closer inspection, he looks like an old man who has already entered his seventies.
Chen Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly subconsciously, and a fleeting coldness appeared on his face.
"Two guests, please come in. What would you like to eat?"
The man bowed and asked hospitably.
Wang Sheng pursed his lips slightly and wiped his fingers across the shaky wooden table.
There is a thick layer of dust.
Chen Xiu's eyes fell on the deep wall, where a worn Taoist robe and a copper token hung.
"Seller, if you open your shop here, the business will not be very good, right? How do you rely on your business in this barren mountain?"
Chen Xiu spoke carelessly, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
The man sighed and said slowly: "We are hunters in the mountains, relying on the mountains to eat and the water to eat. We open an inn just to make some money occasionally so that we can go to the city to buy some cloth to make clothes for the mother-in-law at home.
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Just as he was talking, a boy of eleven or twelve years old came up with steamed buns and drinks!
Wang Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed.
He is obviously a child, but he is also like a man.
Gray hair, protruding black meridians on the forehead, and sparse teeth are signs of premature aging!
"Alas, this is a disease inherited from ancestors in my family. Even the doctors in the city say it cannot be cured."
The big man pretended to sigh helplessly, he was really sincere!
Wang Sheng pursed his lips slightly and picked up the steamed bun.
I don't know why, I just feel an inexplicable smell.
"Shopkeeper, what is the filling of your steamed buns? Why do I feel something is wrong? Could it be bad?" Chen Xiu held the steamed buns and spoke suddenly.
Wang Sheng was stunned and slowly lowered his head.
White and pure, it is indeed a good white flour steamed bun.
"Young master, they are all made from wild vegetables in the mountains. If it doesn't suit your taste, then there's nothing you can do. However, the wine in our shop is home-brewed, and all the adults who come and go like it. You can try it, master."
The big man still behaved very simply, as if he didn't say much about Chen Xiu's pickiness.
Chen Xiu grinned, stood up slowly, and suddenly clapped his hand.
“Clang, bang, clang—”
The table full of steamed buns and wine bottles were overturned to the ground.
The big man was stunned for a moment.
Wang Sheng frowned slightly.
After spending a few days together, this Mr. Chen gave him the impression that he was by no means an unreasonable and arrogant person, and that he had a deep sense of humor.
How could it be like this now?
"It's just me. I eat meat when I drink. Shopkeeper, you're too much. You stewed the meat but didn't give it to me. Do you think we can't afford it, or do you look down on us?"
Chen Xiu sneered and spoke.
Meat?
Wang Sheng sniffed slightly and could indeed smell a very faint aroma of meat.
"Just because of this?"
There was something strange in his eyes.
My fingers subconsciously touched the book box!
There, there is his sword, which is also a mysterious weapon!
"What nonsense are the guests talking about? We mountain people are not living a good life. Where can we get meat to eat?"
The man frowned slightly and said sternly: "Is it possible that the young master sees the poverty of us mountain people and deliberately entertains me?"
As he said that, he kicked the door open and said with an angry face: "If this is the case, please leave, Master!"
Chen Xiu grinned, his eyes slightly cold: "You're right, I really came here to amuse you on purpose!"
When the five fingers were raised, a gust of wind roared from the palm!
The broken doors and windows were smashed!
Beside the stove, a large pot was simmering in the blazing flames.
The strange meaty aroma wafts out!
"This is not meat, what is it? Or, this meat is a bit special. So, we can't eat it?"
Chen Xiu's smile became colder and colder.
Wang Sheng could even feel an inexplicable chill.
And, that obvious murderous intention!!
"Sir, you are not qualified to take care of our family's affairs, are you?"
The man's face changed slightly, and there was even a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
His eyes were red, like a ferocious beast at its peak!
"Brother Chen, what's in that?"
For some reason, Wang Sheng felt very depressed.
It seemed that the pot frightened him for no reason.
"You can go and have a look, but I hope you are mentally prepared."
Chen Xiu spoke quietly.
"How dare you!"
The man roared and punched Chen Xiu directly in the face!
Click——
Chen Xiu's fingers bounced slightly.
Under Wang Sheng's horrified gaze, the man's entire arm began to twist and explode visibly to the naked eye.
Hot blood spattered to the ground.
"Haha, I thought..."
Chen Xiu wiped the blood off his face, leaving some heat on his fingertips.
"Your blood is already cold."
Wang Sheng bit his mouth, walked slowly to the stove, and slowly lifted the lid of the pot with his fingers.
"Gudu Gudu——"
A fishy smell rushed out of the rolling boiling water.
In the water, floating up and down, almost white... a head!
Wang Sheng screamed, trembling and staggering to the ground, his hand holding the sword trembling.
"Oh, it's exactly what it said in the jade book."
Chen Xiu raised his eyes slightly, his eyes cold.
Sparse teeth, black tendons, red eyes, sparse eyebrows, and gray hair are all common.