Shuttling through the thorny paths, many places, because people walk more, naturally come out of a path.

If you don't walk for a few days, you will be covered with some thorns and overgrown with weeds.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, another day passed, Lynch was attacked by the star demon, and he exploded the nine-rank star demon with one punch, took out the demon core and put it away, and the demon blood and laws all became the nutrition of Futu.

"It's really not a way to go on like this, I don't know what year and month it will take to find three life-sustaining elixirs. ”

Lynch was a little anxious, let alone two months, even if he was given two years to find a life-sustaining elixir in the huge Impermanence Mountain, it would be difficult to ascend to the sky.

It's all by luck, and if you're unlucky, you may not be able to find one after ten years.

Over a mountain range, the front is much more spacious, there are no weeds, no bushes, green trees, and strangely enough, in the open area, quite a few houses are built.

There are many warriors shuttling back and forth in it, and it is a good place to rest.

This place Chang'e has long told Lynch that it is a place to stay.

Usually tired, you can go here to take a rest, it is relatively safe, and the star demon generally does not appear here.

Dragging his tired body, shuttling through the mountains for several days in a row, slightly tired, planning to rest for the night and continue on the road tomorrow.

The building complex is very large, and there is even a teahouse tavern, which can be regarded as a skill to open the teahouse tavern here.

However, the teahouse tavern here is different from the outside, and before you get closer, you smell blood.

Most of them are mercenaries who settle here, complete a certain task for some families, and live a life of licking blood from the knife all year round.

Killing people is as easy as everyday life for them.

Outside the tavern gate, there sat a little ghost, about ten years old, with an evil smile and looked Lynch up and down.

"Objectively, if it's drinking, I advise you to change the house, it's full here!"

The little ghost stared at Lynch with a smile, and inexplicably came up with a sentence to ask Lynch to drink in another family.

Looking around, except for the opening of this tavern, the others have long been yellow, and they have become tattered, and they have long been occupied by scattered warriors.

"Then I'll wait a minute!"

Although I am very tired, it is okay to wait for a while, it has entered late autumn, the temperature in the mountains is low, and the humidity is very heavy, drinking a glass of warm wine at this time has great benefits for the body.

"Are you really sure you want to drink here?"

The imp stretched and asked Lynch lazily.

"Any questions?"

Lynch was interested, he just came to have a glass of wine, where could such a little ghost speak incoherently.

"If you want to drink, of course it's fine, but the wine here is not good, if you really want to go in, I won't stop you, please!"

After the little ghost finished speaking, he glanced at Lynch meaningfully and did not continue to speak.

What kind of wine Lynch has never drunk, whether it is agar jade liquid or ordinary bad wine, and now I just want to have a cup of warm rice wine to moisten my dry throat.

Without thinking about it, Lynch lifted the curtain and walked into the tavern.

The moment he stepped in, Lynch knew why the imps outside wanted to say that the wine here was not good.

It's not because the wine is not good, but because the wine is too good, very mellow, very fragrant, and the room is full of faint aroma.

Just one sip of it makes people want to stop, and they can't wait to drink this glass of wine in one gulp, even if Lynch is strong, he can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The bead curtain made a tinkling sound, which was very pleasant, and as soon as Lynch stepped in, dozens of eyes gathered on Lynch's face.

The murderous aura in the room is very heavy, very heavy, and it can be said that it is on the verge of exploding.

More than a dozen tables were scattered around, there were three people at a table, two people at a table, and five people at a table, but there was no one person at a table.

I glanced at it and found that in a corner, there was also a table, which was estimated to have no seat all year round, and a layer of dust had fallen on it.

Ignoring the gaze around him, Lynch strode over to the table, stretched out his hand to sweep it, the dust on it was gone, and Lynch sat down generously.

"Hiss......"

As soon as he sat down, there was a gasp around him, and Lynch realized that in front of the wine cabinet, there was a particularly enchanting woman.

About thirty years old, slightly dark skin, good looks, definitely a beauty, it is estimated that she lives in the mountains all year round, and the wind and sun also have a lot to do with it.

The main thing is her figure, convex and backward, plus wearing a smooth leather coat, which presents her perfect figure in front of everyone at a glance.

At this moment, Xiu's eyes widened and he glared at Lynch fiercely.

The sound of gasping came from the other tables, and they all looked at Lynch with sympathetic eyes, looking gloating.

"Boy, not everyone can sit at that table. ”

A scarlet man sarcastically said at this time that the people who dared to sit at that table all these years have turned out to be the material for winemaking.

Human flesh winemaking, Lynch has not heard of it, but he has not seen it with his own eyes.

"If it's here, why can't you sit?"

Lynch was confused, he had neither offended the interests of others, nor threatened anyone, so how could it be dangerous.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a stunned young man, I don't know the rules here!"

A man with a bare chest and back suddenly burst out laughing, and only stunned did not know the rules of the Yuelai Tavern.

"Rules?"

Lynch was even more puzzled, he hadn't heard of coming in to drink, and he had to talk about the rules.

I just thought about it, and I didn't stand up, and found that there was no Xiao Er in this tavern, which was very strange, do you want to drink by yourself?

"Whoever can kill him, who will this cup of immortal brew!"

The bewitching woman standing in front of the wine cabinet said coldly at this time.

Only then did Lynch discover that in front of the woman, a glass of water and wine was placed, and the aroma came from there, filling the entire room, and even overshadowing the murderous aura.

"Wait!"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, the warriors around her moved, and Lynch suddenly stood up, completely confused by them.

"Give you a chance to say your last words. ”

The woman glanced at Lynch, and the killing intent in the corners of her eyes did not decrease at all, perhaps because the ignorant was not guilty, and made an exception to give Lynch a chance to speak.

"I want to know, what are the rules in this tavern!"

As for the last words, Lynch never thought that the more than twenty people in the tavern had not yet been taken into account, except for the bewitching woman who couldn't see through it, the other people Lynch could pinch to death with one hand.

"You want to know the rules?"

The little ghost outside the door appeared unconsciously, and it turned out to be a lame man, with long and short legs, walking with a limp, and at this time he appeared in front of Lynch with a smile.

"Yes!"

Lynch nodded, he no longer dared to underestimate this little ghost, he was not an ordinary person if he could appear unknowingly.

"We only receive ten guests a day, if we exceed this number, sorry, the last ten people who survive are qualified to go out from here. ”

The little ghost explained unhurriedly, but he didn't expect that there would be such a strange rule, only accepting ten guests a day.

In the process, Lynch himself will replenish his brain, no wonder the killing intent is pervasive, there are at least twenty people here, that is to say, only ten people can get out alive and alive.

It's not this that Lynch is curious about, won't these twenty people unite together?

For such a black shop, Lynch hates it the most, but a woman and a ghost can deter twenty mercenaries who have been on the verge of life and death all year round?

"What a strange rule!"

Although Lynch was puzzled, he still nodded, the world is full of wonders, just like these people, knowing that this Yuelai Inn can only receive ten guests, they still walk in without fear of death.

What is the temptation that makes them risk their lives to step into the Yuelai Inn.

"Because you broke the rules, the boss lady wants to kill you!"

According to the original rules, only ten people could survive, because Lynch's appearance and sitting in a place where he shouldn't have been sitting had broken the rules here, so Lynch was going to die.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Hearing these explanations, Lynch was not in a hurry, and sat down quietly, with no sadness or joy on his face, not even a trace of fluctuation.

The proprietress kept staring at Lynch, trying to see some clues from him, even if she was afraid.

A minute passed!

Two minutes passed!

Five minutes have passed!

Lynch was indifferent, still sitting in place, admiring the view outside the window, completely oblivious to the scene inside the house, which alone was enough to shock.

The whole tavern fell into a deathly silence, no one made a move, everyone waited.

"Give him a jug of wine!"

The bewitching proprietress retracted her gaze, and suddenly commanded the little ghost, and the other tables had not yet served drinks, so they actually served Lynch wine first.

Although the imp didn't understand, he took out a pot of warm wine from the stove and placed it on Lynch's table.

"Thank you!"

Lynch said politely, pouring himself a drink, but it was also comfortable, as for the other murderous eyes, he had long been ignored.

"Boss, what do you mean by this, why did he break the rules and drink alcohol, but we didn't drink alcohol!"

The scar man was reluctant, slapped the table, and almost scolded.

"It's easy to want to drink, only ten people are eligible, you decide for yourself!"

The proprietress stretched her waist, for these people, without a trace of emotion, her eyes inadvertently fell on Lynch, and there was even a trace of tenderness in her eyes.

Because the way Lynch drank made her think of someone, and time seemed to go back to ten years ago.

A young man in a white robe would come here every month for a drink, not saying anything, and leaving after drinking.

It lasted for a year, and suddenly he didn't show up in a certain month, and the proprietress thought he had something to delay.

Who knew that a month had passed, two months had passed, and it wasn't until half a year later that I received the news that I was jointly killed by a group of mercenaries in Impermanence Mountain.

Since then, Yuelai Inn has an additional rule, only ten people are allowed to drink every day, and the extra people either decide for themselves or the proprietress decides.

Ten years later, at first there were people who resisted, but no one left the place alive.

Knowing that there are such impersonal rules, there are still people rushing in, which is indeed a bit unusual.