Chapter 78

After dancing six dances in a row, Li Banfeng changed six dance partners.

Zhou Yujuan, the owner of the Immortal Music Dance Hall, wore a deep purple cheongsam, held a round fan in her hand, and stood on the corridor on the second floor.

Fanning with her left hand and supporting the corridor railing with her right hand, she looked at the dance floor in the hall on the first floor and stared at Li Banfeng for a moment. Zhou Yujuan frowned slightly.

This guest doesn't know the rules very well.

In this kind of dance hall, dancing has never been the point. The point is choosing a dance partner.

Dance two or three dances in the hall, choose a suitable dance partner, and then you should go upstairs or go out to find a suitable place to do suitable things.

Li Banfeng only dances and doesn't choose people, which is not very suitable.

Zhou Yujuan called a woman and whispered: "Tell that person, one dance, 80 yuan. Let him settle the bill first."

A song is less than three minutes, and charging 80 yuan is to let Li Banfeng get out quickly and not occupy the advantage here for nothing.

The woman went and returned, holding 1,000 yuan in cash in her hand: "Sister, that guest said, dancing here is quite good, and he wants to continue dancing."

Zhou Yujuan's frown tightened.

The Immortal Music Dance Hall is considered a top-notch place in Medicine King Gully, but the price is not that high. 1,000 yuan is enough for Li Banfeng to take two dance partners upstairs to sleep for a night. What does it mean that he keeps dancing here?

Years of experience told her that this person came to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan ordered again: "Let Old Gu change the song, play 'When Will You Return'!"

Old Gu is the controller of the hand-cranked phonograph.

Hearing the boss's instructions, Old Gu understood the meaning and immediately changed the record.

"Good flowers don't bloom often, good scenery doesn't last long. Worries pile up to solve the smiling eyebrows, tears and longing with them~~"

"When Will You Return" is a song that the Immortal Music Dance Hall must play every night. This song is very special, equivalent to a closing song. Hearing "When Will You Return", guests must hurry to choose a dance partner. When this song ends, the dance hall will close.

All the gentlemen present had chosen their dance partners. Li Banfeng's dance partner held Li Banfeng's hands tightly, touched her own conscience, and asked affectionately: "Sir, let's go upstairs."

Li Banfeng said seriously: "What are we going upstairs for? Isn't it quite good to dance here?"

The girl looked at Li Banfeng anxiously: "Sir, when this song is finished, we will close."

"Why close? I just gave money!" Li Banfeng was very dissatisfied.

The dance girl whispered: "If you take me upstairs, you don't need to give extra money."

"Who said he doesn't need to give money!" Boss Zhou Yujuan walked down the stairs slowly. The girl's voice was so small, but it was still heard by her.

What a sharp ear.

This should be a Peeping Cultivator.

The music stopped abruptly. Zhou Yujuan came to Li Banfeng and said with a smile: "Sir, we are closed. Come back tomorrow."

Li Banfeng asked: "I just gave 1,000 yuan, and you are closing. Is this appropriate?"

Zhou Yujuan pretended to be surprised: "Sir, you hugged our girl to dance, shouldn't you give money?"

Li Banfeng looked at Zhou Yujuan: "The money given is for dancing. 80 for one dance. I danced seven dances. 1,000 yuan is not even half spent, and you want to drive people away?"

The surrounding guests gradually moved away from the center of the dance floor.

They know that in the Immortal Music Dance Hall, dancing doesn't cost money. What they have to give is pollen money and drink money.

They also know that if the boss comes to ask for dance money, it proves that someone is going to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan raised the corners of her mouth and looked at Li Banfeng: "Sir, 80 is the money for dancing, but for one song, you have to pay an extra 100 oil money."

"What oil money?"

"The oil is in your hands."

Li Banfeng's hands were holding the girl's conscience.

This is not what he wanted to hold, but the girl grabbed his hand and held it before.

Now this girl is not in the generous and enthusiastic attitude before. She was full of shame and anger, pulled away Li Banfeng's hand, and said angrily: "Sir, what are you doing?"

She seemed to have suffered Li Banfeng's insult.

This girl took the initiative to dance the last song with Li Banfeng, it seems she was prepared.

Li Banfeng did not argue, nodded and said: "I will give this 100 oil money."

Zhou Yujuan raised her eyebrows, shook her head and smiled: "100 is not enough. Our seven girls danced seven dances with you. Which one didn't let you eat oil? 100 for one girl, plus these 700 yuan, that 1,000 yuan of yours is not enough."

Li Banfeng was deeply surprised: "Seven girls, did I eat oil from all of them?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded seriously: "They are girls. If you touched their hands, it counts as suffering a loss."

Li Banfeng felt that this matter made no sense: "Is there anyone who doesn't touch hands when dancing? Do all the guests here give money?"

Zhou Yujuan flickered her big eyes and looked at Li Banfeng with pity: "Other guests don't need to give money because the girls are willing.

If the girl is willing, you can touch wherever you want, but you can't. The girl thinks you are disgusting. If the girl is not willing, even if you touch a fingernail, you have to give money!"

Li Banfeng still intended to continue reasoning with Zhou Yujuan, when he suddenly felt danger approaching.

He raised his head and looked at the corridor on the second floor.

Behind the railing stood a middle-aged man.

The man was about 1.6 meters tall, bald, with a full beard, wearing a gray cloth shirt with a front opening, holding a pair of walnuts in his hands, constantly turning them.

At this moment, he was staring at Li Banfeng.

Many guests present recognized this man. Some took dance partners out to spend the night, and some left drink money and turned away.

Just such a lean man has such a great deterrent power.

Although Li Banfeng had never seen him, he recognized his identity.

Because in Li Banfeng's eyes, there was not just this one man standing on the corridor on the second floor, but more than a dozen people standing behind him.

It was fifteen people. Li Banfeng counted them.

These fifteen people were men and women, dressed differently, the only common point being that they all carried green flames on their bodies.

This is the ghost servant of the Nightmare Cultivator. This lean man is Du Hongxi, the Patrol Wind of the Medicine King Hall's Second Rudder of the Jiang Xiang Gang.

Du Hongxi came, other guests left, and Zhou Yujuan's smile was not so gentle: "A few loose money, I don't want to argue with you. Sir, leave another 1,000 yuan, and you can go back."

"Still want another 1,000 yuan?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded: "Do you think I want too much?"

"Why do you want more? What is the reason for this?" Li Banfeng wanted to hear what else this boss could say.

Zhou Yujuan smiled: "You reason with me? Are you worthy? You go and pee to see yourself, see what kind of thing you are?

While I'm still in a good mood, hurry up and pay the money and get out. In the future, keep your eyes open and don't break into places you shouldn't come."

Li Banfeng looked at Du Hongxi again. Two ghost servants behind him passed through the railing and slowly fell from the second floor.

Li Banfeng shrugged his eyebrows, opened his wallet, took out 1,000 in cash, and gave it to Zhou Yujuan.

Zhou Yujuan took the banknote and said with tenderness: "Get out!"

Li Banfeng turned and left. Du Hongxi called the ghost servants to follow.

Li Banfeng quickly left the hall. The two passed through the wall directly and chased into the corridor, but didn't see Li Banfeng's figure, only the open door at the end of the corridor.

He left?

Left so fast?

After searching for a long time, they didn't find Li Banfeng. The two ghost servants smelled the smell and found that there was no breath of a living person nearby.

It seems Li Banfeng really left.

Two ghost servants returned to Du Hongxi's side, and Zhou Yujuan also returned to the corridor on the second floor.

Du Hongxi hugged Zhou Yujuan's waist and kissed her on the cheek: "In the future, when you encounter this kind of scoundrel, don't talk nonsense with him. Tell me, and I will clean him up directly."

Zhou Yujuan acted coquettishly: "Master, for such a small matter, how can I let you suffer."

Du Hongxi smiled: "Little heart, for you, I am willing to be tired to death."

Zhou Yujuan pouted: "Master, this is what you said. You are not allowed to call tired tonight."

The two entered the bedroom on the third floor. Fifteen ghost servants were divided into three teams, guarding every corner of the third floor.

With these ghost servants guarding, even if a Third Layer Martial Cultivator rushed to the third floor, he wouldn't be able to hurt Du Hongxi at all.

They don't need Du Hongxi to do extra control. They will protect Du Hongxi's safety at all times. When they need to fight, they have no fear, and when they don't need to fight, they have no slack.

They are not afraid of coercion, don't care about temptation, as long as they don't have their souls scattered, they will never leave their posts without authorization.

But tonight is an exception.

At 3:00 AM, a singing voice suddenly came from the phonograph in the hall on the first floor:

"I have a feeling,

Who should I tell?

The confidant has left home,

He went, no news~"

The ghost servants poked their heads out one after another and looked at the first floor.

This is the most beautiful song they have ever heard.

They have been trying hard to listen, but the phonograph's sound is a bit small.

Two ghost servants really couldn't help it, passed through the railing, left the third floor, and flew to the side of the phonograph.

Other ghost servants struggled for a moment and followed.

They all gathered beside the phonograph, listening quietly to the singing.

Li Banfeng shook the phonograph slowly, counting the number of ghost servants.

Fifteen, all here.

PS: Actually, I think the taste of a hand-cranked phonograph is quite good.

(End of chapter)