The entire inn was extremely quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at Yu Sheng in surprise.
The staggering old man with a hunchback also stopped, his face wavered for the first time, and he looked straight at Yu Sheng.
It's not scary to be cruel to others, but it's really cruel to be cruel to yourself.
The black girl couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "You are so proficient in the art of blackmail."
"What is blackmail?" Yu Sheng said displeasedly, "Where King Donghuang lived, there are very few ladders, and they will have high collection value thousands of years later."
He looked at Yu Shiyu and Shi Jingtian, "You two, prepare to bleed heavily."
Not to mention, if Yu Sheng really crashes to death here, even though he is a god-slayer, Shi Jingtian is still very scared, but only if Yu Sheng has the courage to crash.
However, for the sake of King Donghuang, Shi Jingtian decided to pay some money.
But before the words came out, Shi Jingtian saw Yu Shiyu touching the head of the cat in his arms and said casually: "You can really kill it if you have the ability."
"Hey, you...", this was a nightmare for the rest of his life. It was rare to hear his mother's name and not be submissive to him.
The hunchbacked old man had already reached the center of the lobby. He bent down and picked up a wooden ladder plank, and shook his head with a smile.
"Why should shopkeeper Yu care about a wooden ladder that is already rotten and about to bear the burden and is less than fifty years old?" He said and threw away the wooden board.
The uneven wooden board was still intact at first, but when it was blown by the wind in the air, it turned into powder and thinly covered the brick surface.
The secret was discovered by the old man, and he would not be discouraged for the rest of his life.
"Even if it's less than fifty years ago, King Donghuang has stepped on it. This is probably the only wooden ladder my mother has stepped on." He said boldly.
Anyway, when I spread out Yu Sheng’s words, every word was high-sounding, and together they all read the word “pay out”.
Yu Shiyu remembered that Lao Yu used to be very generous, unlike Yu Sheng who valued wealth as much as his life. He thought it was because King Donghuang's tutoring was not good, so no wonder he would rob King Nanhuang's treasure house.
Yu Shiyu was also helpless. There was no reason to send his brother back these days, so he could only blame everything on King Donghuang.
"We only have this little money." Shi Jingtian simply slapped the bank certificate in his hand on the table, "Our food and accommodation will be covered by the inn, and everything else will go to Alliance Leader Yu, how about that?"
"It's a deal!" Yu Sheng's face turned cloudy, and he took three steps at a time to grab the money. Although he couldn't keep it for himself, he could still get rid of the addiction.
At the same time, he did not forget to remind Yu Shiyu, "Leader Shi has already paid for the ladder. I won't let you suffer a loss. You can pay for the table."
Yu Shiyu couldn't see how he regarded wealth as his life, "Dream, you are good-looking?" Yu Shiyu rolled his eyes, she would not give money to others easily.
"Hey, let me tell you." Yu Sheng pointed at himself, "In the story told, I am the protagonist."
Without waiting for Yu Shiyu to speak, the system promptly added, "In other TV series, your IQ usually doesn't last more than three episodes."
"Your uncle." Yu Sheng cursed loudly, loudly for everyone present to hear.
Yu Shiyu raised his eyelids. They had the same uncle. She had nothing to say about Yu Sheng's self-deprecation.
"Okay, okay, you two, we are all under the same roof, don't let this hurt your friendship." The hunchbacked old man said and held on to the scratched table.
He put his palms on the table, "I think the ruined table is good, there is no need to pay for it at all."
"Not bad?" Yu Sheng was startled, "Old man, your eyesight is not very good."
"Haha, the shopkeeper is just joking." The old man smiled slightly, his wrist covering the tabletop sank down, and a slight sound sounded from the tabletop.
"Ouch," Yu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward to hold him, "Don't completely tear it apart for me."
But as Yu Sheng approached, he was blocked by an invisible wall around the old man.
When Yu Sheng was panicking, he looked down and looked a little stupid. He saw that along the scratched lines on the tabletop, new lines emerged amidst the creaking sound.
Those burrs were smoothed out, and the wounds turned into circles of primitive patterns, like annual rings, adding a lot of flavor to the table.
This kind of texture and luster can only be polished out after a long time of use, but I didn't expect this old man to do it in the blink of an eye.
Not only that, this pattern had a powerful sword intent that made Yu Sheng's right hand tremble uncontrollably after feeling it.
For decades, the sword intent that had penetrated the back of the paper emerged the moment the old man pressed his wrist. One had to admire the old man's power and control of the sword intent.
Shi Jingtian secretly looked at each other and respected the old man even more.
"How about it? Not bad, right?" He smoothed one table and held down another. After the trauma on the table was completely lost, the old man raised his head and said with a smile.
"Okay, okay." Yu Sheng excitedly said three times in a row, then raised his sword and dropped it, and the wooden sword struck the table that was protected by the villain just now.
"Old man, if you send Buddha to the west and kill people, please help me heal them." Yu Sheng said flatteringly.
Having these textures on your desktop adds some flavor, and you will naturally not miss this great opportunity for the rest of your life.
"What a sword!" Looking at the traces of the sword on Yu Sheng's right hand, the old man couldn't help but praise it.
Yu Sheng heard it as "so mean", but for the sake of the old man coming over, Yu Sheng held back.
The old man put his hand on the table, "That's fine, I can use it as food for the rest of the meal."
Yu Sheng nodded, but the villain who had been busy eating shouted, "He, can you treat me as a human being? I am eating."
At the same time, he glanced at Yu Sheng's Huai with lingering fear, thankful that no curse words were spoken.
"It'll be fine in a minute, it'll be fine in a minute." Yu Sheng said cheerfully. He always gave spring-like warmth to customers who spent money.
After the old man finished this table, Yu Sheng wanted to decorate the other tables, but it was wrong to think about it, so he said: "Old man, I don't know what I want to use?"
"In my practice, I only use clear noodle soup. The clearer the better, I have time to be the shopkeeper." The old man raised the palm of his right hand and bowed before returning to his original position.
"Okay, just take a look." Yu Sheng went to the kitchen full of energy, determined to cook a good meal that would tempt the old man to shake the lines on other tables.
A monk salutes by putting his hands together, and a deserted man salutes by raising his right hand. For the rest of my life, I don't know the mystery of the old man's salute, but the few here know all about it.
"Your Excellency, are you a wild man from the witch academy?" Miss Zhao asked, and everyone stared at the old man, waiting for his answer.
Wild warriors are different from the gods and witches in the witch academy. They are very rare existences in the witch academy, and they are also very powerful beings.
These desolate warriors are very pious to the Heavenly Emperor of the witch academy. They strictly abide by the rules and never go beyond a step, and they are not even allowed to have any thoughts of overstepping.
For this reason, they did not hesitate to flog themselves three hundred times a day to save themselves. When they had other thoughts, they would torture themselves until they were dripping with blood and dying.
These barbarians do not often appear in densely populated places, and usually live in spiritual mountains or wilderness, which is where their name comes from.
The most famous among the desolate warriors are the Twelve-Pillar Desolate Warriors. They sit on the twelve tall and towering pillars in front of the Lingshan Hall all day without any hindrance, unable to eat, drink or relieve themselves.