The little guy didn't seem to be satisfied with this gain, and threw Yasuo's money bag on the table as if no one was around, in fact, those guests were also familiar with his methods, since he was a single guest, even if he didn't do it, a few of them would find a way to do it when they went out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

So they still ate and drank without changing their faces, and they didn't even ask about the identity of the deceased.

The little guy scolded: "Phew, bad luck, another poor ghost!"

A few guests next to him teased: "Midland boss, you've had a hard time lately, aren't you?

Another humane: "If you really can't get along, transfer your mercenary family to someone else, wouldn't it be happier to be a mercenary with your brother than you are guarding this shabby shop?"

The little guy had a smile on his face, with a hint of shame and crampedness: "It's okay, even if it's all there is, it's earned after all." ”

He quickly turned around, trying to drag Yasuo's body to the back kitchen.

The little man next to him suddenly couldn't help but say, "Eh, you kid, don't fool us with that human flesh, otherwise our sword won't be long-sighted." ”

The little guy nodded again and again: "How is that possible, I'm doing serious business, but there seems to be a large mercenary group outside, and a dead man on the table looks like I'm in a black shop." ”

The little man suddenly smiled tacitly with a few companions: "Hey, aren't you just a black spot?"

The little guy smiled crampedly and awkwardly as he pulled Yasuo by the collar and dragged him towards the back kitchen.

However, a mocking smile quickly flashed on his lowered face: "Don't you know that these fools alone are worth three thousand gold billies?"

"With such bad eyes, you deserve to be a poor ghost on the Great Gobi for the rest of your life!"

"Hmph, and even if I do a serious business, I can earn more than a dozen gold coins a month, don't put this golden rice bowl, run to lick the blood with your knife, that's a neurosis!"

The little guy muttered, and suddenly couldn't help it, grinning, he really couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, as if he saw a mountain of glittering golden coins, beckoning to him.

"Three thousand gold billies...... That's a lot, probably enough to fill my treasure chest!"

Thinking of this, the smile on the little guy's face became more and more intense, and he remembered the deal he had made with the devil...... As long as you fill a treasure chest with gold and sacrifice it to the devil, you will be able to see your dead parents.

The devil is a variant of the demon, who only lives in the deep purgatory of the Eternal Continent, and is a highly intelligent creature whose mind is much more developed than that of a disordered creature like a demon, and is best at tempting humans to make a deal with him.

It's just that Ionia doesn't have a lot of legends about the devil like the earth, otherwise he would definitely be vigilant~ Making a deal with the devil is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger.

The little guy was so happy that he didn't even notice that a pair of eyes that shimmered red were slowly fixing their eyes on him from under the bone mask.

He first glanced out the window and saw that the large mercenary group was almost at the door, and he forcibly suppressed his excitement and walked out quickly.

"What do you want...... a warm smile on his face, which is a skill he is very proud of, and one of the important reasons why he has been able to wander on the edge of the desert for so many years.

But before he could finish his sentence, the smile on his face froze.

Because the mercenaries on the opposite side actually drew their swords at this moment and looked at him vigilantly...... Behind him, to be exact.

He grunted and swallowed, keenly sensing something, and was about to turn around when he found that a cold sharp weapon had penetrated his body, and the cold touch made him shiver.

He lowered his head and touched his wound blankly, the strength in his body was drained at once, to be exact, his vitality had quickly leaked with that wound.

With a pop, he fell to the ground on his back.

He was a little unwilling...... I'm about to see my parents, who are they! He tried to turn his head to see who had killed him, but all he saw was a pair of eyes that shimmered red, and then all that turned to darkness.

"Who are you?" asked the leader of the mercenary group in a loud voice.

The person on the other side was really terrifying, he was shrouded in a blood-colored aura, and the white bone mask was as hideous as a ghost, and people gasped one after another, not daring to look at this person at all.

"Moon...... Reach...... Yang...... Hide...... Extinguish ......"

He muttered, slowly pulling out the sword that was stuck in the little guy's body.

"Pretend to be a ghost, don't be afraid, kill him on the shoulder!" shouted the leader of the mercenary group, unable to suppress the fear in his heart.

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Yasuo crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood, he looked at the blood soaked on the ground a little blankly, the smell of fish and the whistling of mosquitoes and flies buzzed in his ears, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, looking at the corpses lying on the ground from the lobby to the door.

"This ...... Who did it?"

A trace of doubt rose in his heart, but soon he felt a terrible aura slowly rising in the back kitchen.

He quickly clenched the Wind Blade in his hand and quietly felt inside, where a burly, one-horned, sheep-headed monster was slowly crawling out of an illusory portal.

It gulped in the bloody breath that filled the air, looking extremely cruel and hideous.

Yasuo frowned jealously: "Did this monster do it......"

He weighed for a moment, and did not make a move, but quickly collected enough dry food and water on the corpse outside, and galloped away on the horse of a dead mercenary.

This monster is terrifying, even in his heyday, he may not be able to defeat it, let alone when he has just woken up and has a splitting headache.

A few moments later, more than a dozen swordsmen who exuded a chilling aura came to the inn, led by a burly and tall swordsman who had drunk with Yasuo, who was Yasuo's closest senior brother.

However, at this time, he looked around vigilantly, and his face suddenly changed greatly: "Is he doing all this?"

His voice was full of pain and disbelief, but just as he was about to crouch down to examine the sword wounds on a corpse, a roar rang out, and from the back kitchen, a sheep-headed monster that was chewing on a human thigh rumbled out.