Xiao Qingtian silently counted how many times he laughed, and when he counted to the twenty-eighth, the boss finally stopped: "Look at you are all cultivators, and you are mortals in the flesh, our things in the dead city, although they are eaten by ghosts, but you should also know that ghosts are also a kind of cultivators, and the things you eat here are definitely beneficial and harmless." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wang Ze'an nodded thoughtfully, this kind of thing that helps transform the body and make it more suitable for cultivation is exactly what Xiao Qingtian needs at the moment, it seems that he has to find a way to bring something out.

After politely thanking the boss, the lamb skewers were just served, and the meat was fragrant.

Xiao Qingtian can't wait to get started. Wang Ze'an moved elegantly and slowly took a skewer and ate it slowly.

The boss kept looking at the two of them with a smile.

"You ......," the boss said halfway through the meal, "Are you here to find someone?"

The two glanced at each other, and Qingtian nodded: "Yes, does the boss know if there is a convenient place to find people in this city?"

The boss thought for a while and said, "Yes, yes." But ......"

"But what?" Wang Ze'an asked.

"But the fee in that place is very expensive, why don't you just ask me, the new imps are all going to walk down this street." All the people in this city have eaten my lamb skewers. ”

The shopkeeper's tone was quite proud, Xiao Qingtian heard some signs, and asked carefully: "Then it seems that the boss came in early?"

"yes. The hearty and honest shopkeeper's tone was a little nostalgic, "When I first came in, I was still a little ghost, and the city wall couldn't stop me, but look at ...... now," he pointed to the surrounding stalls, raised his hand and nodded at the city wall, and laughed again.

Xiao Qingtian nodded clearly, and then spoke: "It was about half a month ago, a very beautiful girl about twenty years old. ”

The boss held his chin and seemed to think for a while, and shook his head for a while: "There are not many little girls who have come to the city recently, and I haven't heard of a person about twenty years old." How did the little girl die?"

"Rape and murder. Before he died, he was beheaded. Qingtian's tone was a little heavy.

The boss shook his head: "That's really nothing." But I can't remember much, so I'll take you to the place in the city where I inquired about the news. ”

The two were a little embarrassed, waving their hands and trying to refuse. Unexpectedly, the boss unbuttoned the apron around his waist and threw it on the table: "My grandson sees that you two young people are good people and quite a match, so he kindly helps you." No matter how many people begged my grandson for help, I didn't even look at him. You don't want to, but you don't take my grandson seriously?"

"Of course not!" Qingtian said hurriedly, no matter what, he didn't expect that this seemingly honest boss would have such a side.

Before he finished speaking, Lao Sun had already strode away, and the two had to follow in a hurry.

Fortunately, Lao Sun is indeed a hearty and non-grudgeful person, and after the two of them explained, he was not angry, and told the two of them about the origin of this dark pavilion.

It is said that although this dead city has been around for a long time, compared to the history of the Three Realms and the underworld, it is the appearance of a child to his grandfather. And at that time, the system of the prefecture was not as perfect as it is now.

When the city was not in vain, Lao Sun sneaked across the Nai He Bridge without drinking Meng Po soup, unwilling to reincarnate, so he wandered around the underworld all day long. Later, the number of people who were unwilling to reincarnate and unwilling to drink Meng Po soup gradually increased, about a hundred people, all day long in the underworld, the heaven and the earth, the king of Yama looked annoying, so he came up with a solution to the city of death.

The hundred or so of them were the first to be sent to the city of the dead, and never went out again.

When I first came in, these 100 or so people were planning to make this place a good one. At that time, their relationship with the first lord of the castle was also excellent.

But no one was sent in for many years later, probably because the human world was relatively peaceful at that time, unlike when they died one by one. The second batch sent in thousands of people at once.

Lao Sun has been in the city of vain death for so many years, bored all day, and the only thing to pass the time is to eat. At this time, I saw the opportunity and opened a food stall.

Among these thousand people, there is a little black child who is not in the mud, thin as a bamboo pole, and the height is only up to his waist, he looks pitiful, and his heart is soft and he gives the little black child two buns. After that, the child came to him every day at noon to ask for two buns to eat. It's not that he feels sorry for the two buns, it's just that there are more and more people in this city, and he can't still live by begging for food when he dies, so it's better to go outside and drink that bowl of soup and be reincarnated happily.

He explained the truth to the little black boy clearly, and the little black boy held two buns in his hand and looked at him fixedly for a long time, then turned around and ran, never coming again.

Lao Sun said in his heart that he had seen the wrong person, this kid either really went to drink soup or changed shops to ask for food, but he thought this was a material that could be made.

Later, there was a Thousand Machines Pavilion in vain, this name was passed down from the human world, although the people in the city did not know much about the development of the human world, but this Thousand Machines Pavilion still heard a little, sure enough, this pavilion is the gathering place of all the news in the city, and I don't know where they collected these news.

For example, what year, month, and day did so-and-so die in the human world, and they also had sources of information about these small things in a certain street and alley in the city, and many people flocked to Qianji Pavilion to find relatives and friends.

Lao Sun also went, but he wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the little black child.

Unexpectedly, the little black child is no longer the original little black child, but the master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

When Lao Sun was treated as a guest of honor by Qianji Pavilion, he thought that after so many years, he had not looked away after all. In his life, what he believes most is his eyes that can see people.

Although he died because of these eyes.

The reason why Qianji Pavilion was renamed Dark Pavilion was also Lao Sun's idea.

But he didn't mean anything else, it's just that in the twenty-first century, the new imps seem to be more familiar with the name.

He had also heard those little girls talk about what kind of domineering president and the like. Although he has been in vain for so many years, his grandson is actually really a figure who keeps pace with the times.

However, the current pavilion master of the dark pavilion is not the little black child at the beginning, Lao Sun smiled and said that the kid has finally opened his mind after all these years, put down the whole dark pavilion, and ran to chase the little girl.

While they were talking, the three of them arrived at the dark pavilion.

It turned out to be a small courtyard, a brick house, and a sign hanging at the door with the words "Dark Pavilion" written on it.

Lao Sun laughed, and his tone was quite proud: "That brand was mentioned by our current King Yama." ”