Chapter 1171

Sigh, this stomach has been spoiled by the cooks of the Yangshan Islands. Back in the day, he traveled north and south, and it was common for him not to have a hot meal for ten days or half a month.

People, it's hard to go from luxury to frugality.

The rice blood was soaked in the hot soup, and it tasted quite good.

He Lingchuan tasted it, and there was a little fishy smell of deer blood, and the taste was barely satisfactory.

Dong Rui asked: "Where is this? We are confused by the journey."

"Wuxian Town."

The two were still blank. There are thousands of towns in this world, what is the difference between calling them Wuxian and Liuxian to them? The shopkeeper pointed to the northeast: "Go fifty miles northeast, and you will reach the Yao Nation."

He pointed to the southeast again: "Go thirty-five miles southeast, Jingshan. Don't go there, it's dangerous in the mountains."

He Lingchuan asked: "Then what about Baitou Ridge?"

"Also go northeast, cross Baitou Ridge to enter the Yao Nation territory."

The shopkeeper served another dish, which both couldn't stand:

Mixed fishy grass.

Dong Rui only tasted it once and pressed his head: "Oh my, it's better to swallow river fish alive."

He could eat meat of unknown origin, but this thing, this thing...

"This is a good thing." A voice sounded from the side.

There was only one wine guest in the shop, short and thin, with eight-character eyebrows and small eyes. Whenever he frowned, others couldn't tell if he was opening or closing his eyes.

Probably because drinking alone was too lonely, he chatted with the two: "Eat two more bites, and you will like it."

Dong Rui shook his head, not wanting to try again.

This person had a plate of peanuts and a big green onion in front of him, drinking wine and then eating the big green onion, sighing "ah" because of the spiciness.

He Lingchuan saw a copper bell the size of half a palm hanging on the window lattice beside him, polished brightly, with runes engraved on the surface of the bell.

The shopkeeper's curtain wasn't tight, and occasionally wind blew in, swirling in the hall, but this bell was quiet and didn't ring at all.

"Are you also a practitioner?"

"Consider it so." The wine guest laughed. "Where are you two from?"

"From the west."

"Where in the west?" The wine guest said, "You are both big, not like locals."

"West of the Ya Nation."

The wine guest was startled: "Not in the Flash Gold Plain? Sigh, you have good lives, why run here, tired of a good life?"

"Come to the Yao Nation to handle some goods." Dong Rui laughed. "Just started doing business here this year. Although the Flash Gold Plain is not peaceful, there are really many good things. For money, shouldn't one go through fire and water?"

This place is called the Flash Gold "Plain," but in fact, it has all kinds of terrain, and the vast mountains have main trunks and branches here, like the spine of the earth.

The big mountains of the Flash Gold Plain gather countless rich mines, in addition to the most common iron, tin, copper, gold, etc., there are also many rare mineral soils necessary for refining tools.

Besides that, horses, medicinal materials, wood, etc., are also specialties.

In terms of richness of materials, the small Bailie isn't even worthy of carrying its shoes.

"What's the use of having many products? You have to be able to see them and use them. The people here are all begging for food with golden bowls." The wine guest shook his head. "The abandoned land of heaven, is it just a name?"

He Lingchuan looked at several red papers pasted on the window.

Rectangular, with runes drawn on them.

The paper window originally had holes, but they were blocked by these talismans.

He had only looked at them for two seconds when the bell beside the wine guest suddenly rang without wind.

Ling—

Very crisp, but only half a sound.

The wine guest immediately put down his cup.

A talisman on the window was suddenly pushed open by the wind, and the window hole underneath made a woo-woo sound, like a whistle.

The next second, there was something outside the hole—

An eye.

An eyeball with bloodshot eyes that would roll around, peeking into the shop through the small hole in the window.

In the pitch-black rainy night, an eye suddenly appeared in the window hole three feet off the ground; normal people would be terrified.

He Lingchuan was also startled, his chopsticks holding the noodles paused in mid-air.

The gaze outside the window swept across the three guests and quickly focused on the shopkeeper, full of malice.

The wine guest suddenly said: "It's here, peeking at you from outside the window."

He pointed to the window hole: "Peeking at you from here."

The shopkeeper's face changed drastically, looking in the direction he pointed; Dong Rui and the two monkeys also turned their heads together, but it was pitch black outside the window and there was nothing.

What is it?

The wine guest noticed He Lingchuan's move but didn't break it, only saying to the panicked shopkeeper: "Go back behind the counter and hold your breath."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to hesitate and rushed back in one step.

The eyeball outside the window disappeared instantly.

The next second, a wisp of black smoke drifted in from outside the curtain, swaying in the room.

The Soul-Absorbing Mirror made a sound: "I thought it was some evil thing, it's just a wild ghost!"

The mirror world accommodates many evil ghosts, and the mirror is naturally no stranger to this thing. But He Lingchuan rarely has ghosts around him, and it hasn't seen one for a long time.

Dong Rui then discovered that a white circle was drawn on the floor of the counter, and the shopkeeper was standing in the circle, not daring to breathe or move.

The black smoke drifted back and forth in the shop, as if it just couldn't find him.

It was a bit irritable, landed and turned into a human shape, and touched the side of the counter carefully.

This thing seemed to be a monkey that had jumped out of the mud, thin and black, with a hunched back, but with uneven yellow teeth in its mouth.

It kept gnashing its teeth, making a clicking sound with its upper and lower jaws.

The shopkeeper stood in front of it, looking at it in horror, but this mud ghost seemed to be blind and just couldn't see this living person.

Of course, the shopkeeper couldn't see it either, but could feel the temperature in the shop dropping rapidly.

Just then, a gurgling sound came from behind.

The mud ghost turned its head immediately and found He Lingchuan pouring wine, acting as if nothing had happened.

It turned around immediately and approached He Lingchuan and the two monkeys.

He Lingchuan drank by himself, pretending not to see it.

This mud ghost sniffed around the two and the two monkeys, pressed its claws on the table, and left a mud handprint.

The shopkeeper couldn't see it, but could see this handprint, and his face turned even whiter with fright.

Then, it went to find the wine guest.

The wine guest held a mouthful of wine in his mouth, and when it approached, he suddenly sprayed it out.

The wine liquid had a little light red, mixed with cinnabar.

The mud ghost was caught off guard, sprayed all over its head and face, and immediately screamed, turning into black smoke and fleeing out the door.

But the wine guest pressed a bellows under his hand, and pressed it lightly—

Yes, it was the bellows used in the kitchen and bathhouse to stir up the fire.

This wisp of black smoke was sucked into the bellows.

"Done." The wine guest put away his tools and tore off the red paper on the window. "Subdued."

"Good." He Lingchuan gave a thumbs up; this was fast and sharp.

The shopkeeper held his breath until his face turned purple, and after hearing the sound, he gasped twice: "Master Fu, am I safe?"

"Mm, safe."

The shopkeeper saw the mud claw print on He Lingchuan's table and believed that the evil ghost had really been there. At this time, he took out half a tael of broken silver and put it on the wine guest's table. "Thank you, Master! I'll heat some wine for you."

(End of chapter)