On both sides of the Bloodsoaked Street, there are many gatekeepers and shops, but the most shops on this Bloodsoaked Street are not those rare Xuancao elixir shops whose prices are scared to death by ordinary sects, nor are they peddling the tens of millions of years of abyss miasma that have been exchanged for the lives of countless living beings.

Rather, it is a series of large and small taverns, just like the tallest five-story building on this bloodbathed street, although it also does some various businesses, but the plaque and signboard hanging to the outside are a real restaurant high-rise building.

It can be said that every few shops in the kilometer of Bloodbath Street must be a wine shop.

Maybe it's just a few boulders, a few small black flooded benches, rows of black pottery jars, and a pennant that doesn't pay much attention to its name.

Nun and wine, in this troubled place, is also the same as the Xuanjing spirit stone of the hard currency, because Dongzhou is mirasma all the year round, so it is difficult to produce wine, and the tip of the knife licks the blood, fighting the sword rivers and lakes, less wine is less meaning.

There are many liquor shops in the troubled area, and the wine is also very expensive, but even like this, there are still piles of Dongzhou monks who spend their lives for money today, and buy wine with money tomorrow, and spend all their money.

Compared with those decent, magnificent, and large plaques of the big restaurants and shops, located at the end of the Bloodsoaked Street, a very small and very small shop that can accommodate up to six or seven people is not eye-catching.

The name of the shop is simple, it is called a wine shop, and no matter how big or small the wine shop on the blood-soaked street, the business is full of good, and only this very small shop called the wine shop is unique, the business is extremely poor, and the difference is unique.

It is made of wide rough planks spliced at will, and it will be twenty square meters, which is not the smallest, but the business is the worst.

As for why, those who have been, have not been, and have not drunk are naturally known.

First of all, this wine, not to mention the taste, the price is still deadly expensive, not the kind of price marked, the kind of expensive that one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer, it is the kind of expensive that relies on the shopkeeper's preferences to ask for the price indiscriminately, don't be too surprised when you hear the price of a small wine and a spirit stone.

There used to be a few people who didn't believe in evil, their pockets were bulging, and they asked for a spirit stone, and after drinking, if it weren't for the fact that this was a blood-soaked street, I was afraid that it would only be a tragedy caused by a very small thing.

The old monk who had paid a whole spirit stone for good wine only left a comment like horse urine in the end, and then disappeared.

Strange to say, the tavern that was originally not patronized was instead sold the second glass, the third and fourth glasses because of the patronage of the first old wine glutton, but the price of the same wine was not the same, there was both a spirit stone and an amethyst, but the final comment conclusion was that it was the same as the old wine gluttony who bought wine at the beginning, that is, horse urine.

The second is that the attitude of the shopkeeper in the store can be described as extremely poor, giving people a kind of selling you wine to drink, but it should be a thing like you are happy and glorious.

The most important point is that whether it is the tavern owner who lies on the dirty, blackened and shiny wooden counter all the year round, or the handyman who seems to have no hair, his cultivation is extremely low.

How to sleep and how not to sleep enough The shopkeeper is in the early stage of the Xuanshi, if it is in Beizhou, it is considered a master, if it is placed in Zhongzhou, it is still so-so, but in this Dongzhou chaotic place, it can be said that it is not enough to see the slightest bit, as for the little guy who looks very young or just a Xuanjiang in the lower three realms, not that no one has ever suspected that the tavern shopkeeper is a mountaintop realm power who can mix pigs, but when a person came to the tavern and spent a full ten spirit stones to drink a glass of wine, the extremely famous Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms was a great power of Tiandongzhou, and left a sentence indignantly"Little Xuanshi, going out of this street is your mortal day. After not saying cruel words, he left.

In the eyes of others, the old shopkeeper of the tavern is not only not unable to do business, but also completely unable to be a person.

But fortunately, from the day the tavern shop existed to this day, the old shopkeeper in the tavern has not only not left this blood-soaked street, but even in front of his own tavern, and even the chest-high half-height wooden counter in the tavern seems to have not left.

The tavern guy who looked like a half-grown child had never left Bloodsoaked Street for a single step, but he hadn't been able to leave his own pub shop like the old shopkeeper and take a stroll around this troubled place, and even looked at most of Dongzhou, which was an extremely famous troubled place.

It is not accurate to say that it is a stroll, because the tavern guy leaves the tavern empty-handed every time, and comes back with a large bag of small bags, and it is estimated that the old monks on the blood-soaked street are thinking that if there is no little guy who is not tall and very thin, I am afraid that the old shopkeeper of the tavern will not be dozing off on the wooden counter in a daze, and I don't know how long he has been starving to death.

For the old shopkeeper and old friar on Bloodsoaked Street, none of them had the slightest good impression of the old shopkeeper of the tavern, but they were surprisingly unanimous in their love for the tavern handyman.

It is said that a lot of all kinds of shops, the shopkeeper of the tavern and the restaurant took advantage of the delicate face and thin physique of the tavern guy to go out to purchase, and wanted to dig a dig at the foot of the wall, and the price was still starting from the spirit stone, but I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup the old shopkeeper poured into the emaciated little guy, all of them were all gone, and they could only sigh in their spare time.

Many monks on the blood-soaked street are waiting, waiting for the old shopkeeper to end his life one day, or one day he will take a step in a daze, walk twenty or thirty steps away from this blood-soaked street, and end up with a tragic death.

According to the monks in the troubled places, sometimes the truth is often treated as a fart, just listen to it loudly, and often those casual words that seem to be casual words are to be regarded as a matter of life and death.

Sword cultivation is like swords, Buddha cultivates scriptures, and weirdos naturally love weird things.

Although the tavern with very poor business is a foyer and extremely bleak, it is fortunate that it has not reached the point where there is no one drinker at all.

On the contrary, in this tavern at the end of Bloodbath Street, there are really two drinkers who were not very good in the past, but can now be regarded as half a good drinker.

A middle-aged bearded man, burly, a slightly younger, full of appearance, can afford the word elegant.