Although the hostel is not big, it is quite characterfully decorated. Outside the door was brown antiseptic wood, and there was an iron weapon rack in the doorway, and a red drum.

Looking up, there was a plaque hanging on the porch, with three big characters on it, Juxianzhuang.

Li Qiang suddenly remembered Juxianzhuang in Tianlong Babu, that is, the place where Xiao Feng fought against the heroes and cut off their robes and broke off relations with them.

After entering, I found that the decoration inside was also quite quaint. On the first floor is the hotel's fast food restaurant, which mainly sells some simple food. The 2nd and 3rd floors are guest rooms.

The salesman is also dressed in ancient clothes, and at first glance it looks like he has traveled back in time.

Li Qiang chose a room on the third floor, and when he opened the window, he could clearly see the west gate of Beizhen County, as well as the three towers not far from the city.

After settling my luggage, I went to the restaurant on the first floor. It's past dinner time, so there aren't many people.

I ordered a drawer of xiaolongbao, a bowl of seaweed egg soup, and a small plate of pickles, found a place by the window, sat down and ate slowly.

The taste of the bun is good, the skin is thin and the filling is big, and when you bite into it, the soup flows in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless.

The seaweed egg drop soup has a unique taste, with a faint sesame oil flavor and a hint of pepper. Pepper has a slightly spicy taste, but it is not strong and can perfectly stimulate one's taste buds and trigger the appetite.

This is what people often say about eating fragrant food and drinking spicy food.

After a while, the buns in the cage had been eaten more than half, and at this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and the curtain was lifted, and several vicious-looking people pushed the door in.

Sitting on a chair behind a table, a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy in the middle of them stopped the oncoming waiter.

With a look of joy on his face, he waved his hand and said loudly to the waiter who greeted him.

"You count how many heads there are, two drawers of buns per person, and a bottle of liquor per person......"

Although there were not many people in the room, after hearing these words, they all turned their heads. A pot of liquor per person, which is not a small amount.

But the waiter looked calm, as if there was nothing unusual about it, and after counting the heads, he turned around and went to the kitchen behind to place an order.

After a while, several waiters worked together and brought seven pots of wine, fourteen drawers of steamed buns, and a large iron basin of egg drop soup.

Looking at this group of five big and three rough guys, they spoke like thunder, and they crackled when they ate. Fist-sized buns one by one, one bun with a sip of wine, like a wind and clouds, in the blink of an eye, the knowledge in front of you will be seen to the bottom.

Finally, the leader simply picked up the iron basin, drank the rest of the soup on his back, and then looked at all the utensils on the table, which were clean, and there was not a single piece of minced meat left, as if it had been washed.

He took a handful of the ticket from his pocket, grabbed the red ticket, slapped it on the table without counting them, and got up and left with the group.

In the blink of an eye, they left with a hula and a hula, and it was only five or six minutes from the time they came in to the time they finished eating and left.

People thought it was funny, so they whispered about it.

Looking through the window at their distant backs, they went out of the west gate and headed for the three towers.

However, looking at their fierce faces, they did not go on a pilgrimage to the side of the tower like the others.

So what are they going to do?

Li Qiang's heart was quite curious.

"They often come, about once a month, usually between the fifth and seventh days of the new year, and every time they eat so happily, they go to the three towers in the west after eating, what are they going to do? No one knows......

The little waiter saw Li Qiang looking at their backs and knew that Li Qiang was curious, so he took the initiative to talk to Li Qiang about them while cleaning up the table.

He grabbed the handful of money and counted it according to the price on the menu, putting the rest in his back pocket.

With a plate, he left.

Outside the window, the group had already walked away.

It's really a big world, and there are all kinds of people.

Li Qiang turned around and ate by himself.

But when Li Qiang ate the last bun, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Presumably he was in a hurry, so Li Qiang hurriedly picked up the bowl in front of him and raised his head to take a sip of soup.

But as soon as this soup was in my stomach, I felt that the world was spinning, and my eyes were black for a while

Li Qiang secretly screamed in his heart, is there something in this soup?

Instinctively leaning on the table, he was about to stand up, but at this moment he had become confused in front of him, watching all good things pass through the fog of Zhaozhao.

There were originally not many guests in the room, but they all turned their faces to look at Li Qiang, and they all showed weird smiles on their faces.

Li Qiang was scared, could it be that this is a black shop?

In this era, how can there be a black store in broad daylight?

In the end, Li Qiang was so top-heavy that he couldn't sell anything at all, so he tilted his head and fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took for Li Qiang to slowly wake up. Li Qiang was found sitting on a chair with his hands cut behind his back and tied firmly with a rope.

Li Qiang struggled a few times, but he couldn't break free at all.

Li Qiang opened his eyes and looked around, and found that it was an empty room, the room was not big, and there was nothing in it. Only on the opposite wall, a kerosene lamp hangs.

The coal lamp is not very bright, so the light in the house is dim. There was a door on the left, tightly closed.

On the right is a window, slightly open with a seam, and by the dim kerosene light, you can see that a brick wall has been built outside, sealing the window firmly.

There was a hanging fan on the ceiling, and it was covered with black oil smoke. He was so still, as if he hadn't turned in a long time.

The ground under your feet has a thick layer of oil sludge. I sniffed it, and it smelled a burst of stench.

But in the midst of this stench, it was in a trance, as if it smelled of blood.

Li Qiang couldn't help but get nervous in his heart, all this in front of him was like a black shop in a TV series.

Li Qiang thought of the thin-skinned buns again, maybe those buns were made of human flesh.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, Li Qiang wanted to shout loudly, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Since this is a black shop, I'm afraid all the precautions must be properly done.

This room must be far away from the living room in front, so even if Li Qiang shouts loudly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for others to find out.

And the only consequence that can be brought is that they will hear it at best, and come to beat Li Qiang, or directly slaughter Li Qiang and chop him into minced meat.

Thinking of this, Li Qiang quieted down. Slowly closed his eyes, let his mind concentrate, and tried to think of a way to escape.

Without a moment's effort, the door on the left side of the house opened with a bang, and a young man walked in with several big men.

That young man Li Qiang is very familiar, that's right, it was the waiter who told Li Qiang about the origin of those strange people while cleaning up the table yesterday.

He held his hands in * and slowly came to Li Qiang. Raising his hand and pinching Li Qiang's chin, Li Qiang was forced to open his mouth, and he looked left and right.

Then he tore the clothes on Li Qiang's chest and beat Li Qiang's muscles with his hands. Non-stop nodding:

"It's quite tender, but it's a little thinner..."

Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that he is chopping Li Qiang and eating meat. Li Qiang's heart was very nervous, but it was still very cold on the surface. Because Li Qiang knew that this was their territory, even if Li Qiang cried noisily or knelt on their knees and begged for mercy, he would definitely not be able to exchange them for forgiveness.

Instead of this, it is better to be more awe-inspiring, even if you die here, you can change a good name.

So Li Qiang deliberately pretended to be calm and said to the man:

"I didn't expect that at this time, there would be such a black shop......"

The man listened to the adult, and smiled slightly:

"What era is different? Is the black shop still divided into generations? Li Qiang is doing this business, and he has never changed his appearance since ancient times?"

"From ancient times to the present day?"

Li Qiang secretly pondered in his heart, listening to the meaning of his words, it seemed that this business had been done for a long time. Aren't they ordinary humans?

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and a dim light came through the door, and a man walked in the light.

He was carrying a bag in his hand, which was Li Qiang's carry-on luggage.

He handed the bag to the young man and whispered in his ear. Then he reached out and took something out of the bag and put it into the man's hand.

The man looked down, frowned, and his eyes stood up as if he were very angry.

He stretched out his hand and handed the handful of things to Li Qiang, and by the dim light, Li Qiang saw that it was a pile of dark coins, which Mr. Bai gave to Li Qiang twice before and after, although Li Qiang didn't know what it was for, but he still brought it with him.

"What are you doing? Could it be that your kid also eats rice? With the underworld currency on you, do you want to do business in the underworld?"

Li Qiang couldn't explain this to him, and he didn't want to tell him at all. Looking at his angry appearance, it seems that he is particularly disgusted by this dark coin.

So Li Qiang pursed his lips and sneered twice:

"What's wrong, are you scared? That's right, Lao Tzu is doing the business of the dead, and if you have the ability to kill Li Qiang, even if it is equivalent to giving Li Qiang a ride. ”

Seeing that Li Qiang was neither humble nor arrogant, that guy seemed to have been insulted. simply put the bottom of Li Qiang's bag up and down, and fell to the ground in a hurry.

I looked down and found the dagger.

He smiled darkly and said to Li Qiang:

"It depends on your boy's hard mouth or your knife. Since you are not afraid of death, Li Qiang got your wish......"

As he spoke, he bent down and reached for the knife.

Sure enough, as Li Qiang expected, just when his palm just touched the hilt, he suddenly heard a squeaky sound, and a puff of green smoke rose from his palm. The stench of burnt flesh filled the room, and he let out a scream, and his body involuntarily took a few steps backwards, falling on his back to the sky.

This knife fills the yang energy, but anything that is yin and evil cannot be approached. So obviously they're not human.

Li Qiang smiled, quite proud.

"You can't even pick up a knife, and you say you want to kill Li Qiang?

The guy climbed up with the top pick, and the five big and three thick men behind him quickly surrounded him, grabbed his arm, and checked his palm.