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Qin Yang has no intention of continuing the conversation at all, with such a strange guy, I don't know what kind of monster it is, but it must not be a good bird anyway.
Introduce yourself to come over, invite yourself to drink, and pay for the drink in front of you with a trace of soul, after that, how is it going to be here, can't it be free?
Qin Yang has heard and seen this kind of routine for free first and then waiting for an opportunity to make money.
From the guy's last sentence, Qin Yang knew that there was a big hole in front of him, and he couldn't jump into it no matter what.
Besides, in this short period of time, he also got a lot of information.
Those aborigines who looked like dead people didn't have a strong aura. If he really let go, within one blow, Qin Yang would be able to destroy everything here, and kill all the weirdos.
Similarly, that monster, which also looks quite strange, has a higher realm than him, and it must be easy to do what he wants to do.
He must have tried it out, and that leg was the price to pay.
But thinking of the terrifying resilience of the strange man, the price he paid for the temptation may be higher than what he saw.
If you have a drink, you have to pay honestly. If you have no money to pay the bill, you would rather tear off a trace of your soul than cause trouble.
The result of eating the overlord's meal is definitely more serious than tearing away a trace of soul.
If the spiritual soul of a monk under the Dao Palace is torn off like this, it will be an irreparable severe injury, and it cannot be repaired only by the treasures of heaven and earth targeted at the spiritual soul.
And if it was a weaker monk, if he forcibly tore off a part of his soul, he might have died suddenly in the first place.
As Qin Yang walked down the restaurant, he secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he never liked to bully the weak, nor did he like to overwhelm others with power. Regardless of strength, he was always reasonable. Even if he passed by Xiaofang City to drink a bowl of tea, he would give money.
Fortunately, I have experienced the dislike of accepting foreign currency at the Ferryman in Huangquan before. I know that there is no currency here in my pocket, and ordinary things may not be accepted here.
Otherwise, when I first came in, I went to eat and drink with the waiter, and I had no money to pay the bill when I was done, wouldn't it be a dead end.
Qin Yang came out of the restaurant and looked up at the strange man who was leaning against the window and continued to drink alone. This guy still had a smile on his face, but Qin Yang could tell that he seemed to be a little bit regretful, and also a little bit unhappy .
But he didn't do anything, and he didn't say harsh words.
Qin Yang knew in his heart that the rules here are stricter than imagined.
Don't cause trouble, it must be number one.
But he doesn't understand what the specific rules are now, and if he doesn't understand, don't act rashly.
Qin Yang came out of the restaurant, and wanted to take out a round light suit to see if the people here would accept it, but at this moment he changed his mind, but didn't do anything, so he found a corner and squatted there to watch, Watch the people coming and going on the street and see what they are doing.
After watching for a long time, I didn't see anything.
If you ignore the environment here, ignore those people's livid or pale faces, and treat those wines and other things as ordinary wine, then this is an ordinary town for mortals who can no longer be ordinary.
There are no copper coins in the coins they use, all of them are silver bills, with different denominations. I have seen them in half a day, ranging from five cents to the largest one tael of silver.
After squatting for a long time, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and some stalls had already started to close. Qin Yang glanced at the restaurant. The strange man was still holding a wine glass, leaning against the window, looking down without saying a word. .
Qin Yang thought for a moment, stood up, and entered a pawnshop in front of him.
Take out a round light suit and pat it on the table.
The shopkeeper, who looked like a zombie with a livid face, picked up the round light suit and looked at it.
"How do you plan to be a guest officer?"
"How to say?"
"Five hundred wen for life, one tael for death."
"So low?" Qin Yang was a little surprised. Although his round light suit is a low-level secret treasure that can be manufactured in batches, its power itself is not rubbish.
He observed it all day today, but he saw it clearly. Just ordering a pot of wine would cost 200 Wen, which is not a low price.
"Guests, don't worry, our store is honest and honest. It's always a one-buy price, not too high or too low, just right."
"That's dead."
Qin Yang was holding a bank note with a face value of one tael, with the face value marked in the middle, and all kinds of weird runes beside it, and there was a trace of weird power inside, which was completely integrated with the bank note.
After thinking for a while, he took out another round light suit.
 At that time, according to the news that I found out by chance, only this restaurant has guest rooms in this small town, and there are only twelve rooms.
There is simply no other place to live.
For example, those residents in the small town will not open the door when the sky falls at night, and they will not receive outsiders at all.
Of course, these are the information that Qin Yang obtained by spending real money.
It's none of my business what happened to that strange man outside.
He has no place to live, what is the reason in the final analysis?
It¡¯s not that he¡¯s too stingy, he dug out a trace of soul in his head, and pretended to be quite majestic, but he didn¡¯t expect that he was a stingy guy who lived for a day and paid for a day, and he paid the bill every night after closing and drinking .
On the street, the strange man had no time to take care of Qin Yang, who was not a big deal. He stared at the man in black with an umbrella walking ahead, and slowly moved to the side of the street, standing there with his head down, motionless.
As if sensing someone on the street, the oil-paper umbrella in the hand of the umbrella boss turned slightly, and red strings suddenly appeared on the edge of the umbrella ribs, with small thumb-sized bells hanging below.
The crisp bells jingled.
The bell resounded through the streets with a strange rhythm.
Qin Yang, who was drinking on the second floor, felt a little blurred when he heard the ringtone. He calmed down and backed away a little, and the effect of the ringtone was suddenly cut by half.
The man in the black robe holding the umbrella, holding the oil-paper umbrella, walked past him quietly as if he hadn't seen the strange man.
But as the man in the black robe with the umbrella passed by, from the seven holes of the bewitching man, there was a faint blue light gushing out, and the aura of the soul was like a bright lamp that suddenly lit up in the dark night.
That trace of faint blue light gathered behind the man in the black robe holding the umbrella to form the image of an old woman with a dull face and a plump figure.
The old woman with a translucent body and a faint blue radiance all over her body followed closely the man in the black robe holding the umbrella, walked through the main street of the town through the cold fog, and disappeared.
And on the street, the strange man fell to the ground, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, and there was no fluctuation in his consciousness.
Qin Yang leaned against the window, sized up the strange man below, frowning slightly.
This guy looks dead, as if his soul has been hooked, but the soul just now is obviously an old woman of the human race, not the monster in front of him who doesn't know what his body is.
Time passed bit by bit, and after an incense stick of time, a sliver of vitality emerged from the strange man's body again, and the fluctuation of consciousness emerged again.
He got up from the ground, the condensed frost on his body shattered and fell, his face was pale, he looked up at Qin Yang on the second floor, and stretched out his hand to gesture.
"Qin Yang, you are cruel! Let me see how you get out of here!"
"Then I advise you to leave early, hurry up, and don't play tricks here." Qin Yang chuckled and turned to look inside the restaurant: "Xiaoer!"
"Guest officer, what are your orders?"
Qin Yang took out a stack of banknotes and slapped them on the table.
"Twelve rooms, for the next 30 days, I will cover them all, can you?"
"Okay." The stiff smile on the waiter's face seemed to become more sincere, and after receiving the banknote, he added: "Guest officer, do you want more wine? The cook has rested, and now there is only wine."
"I want a jug of wine."
"Okay, wait a minute."
Qin Yang drank the wine, looked down with his head, and raised his glass.
After he drank the wine in his glass, Qin Yang took the jug and went to change another room.
The next day, when Qin Yang came out, he saw a strange man sitting in front of a table with eight immortals. The food and wine were set on the table, but he didn't move a single chopstick.
After seeing Qin Yang, the eccentric man stood up, stretched out his hand to make a false impression, and spoke more politely.
"Qin Yang, I have already set up the food and drink, let's eat and drink together, chat casually?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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