In the uninhabited Ali area, there are not a few such lonely small shops. Most of them are for long-distance travelers and nearby construction sites.

Of course, because the emperor is far away, it is inevitable that some black shops will appear.

The black shop here is not the kind of people who chop people up to make adult meat buns in the Water Margin, but a kind of shop that uses high prices to rip off customers. Often a steamed bun can be sold for 100 yuan, and a plate of the simplest shredded green pepper potatoes will cost you 388. If a traveler from afar strays into a black store, he can't die, but it is the most common thing to break some money.

But he said that the corpse got out of the car with a swagger, dragged me to the store and sat down. The shopkeeper was a tall and sturdy fat man with a scarf, and the flesh on his face trembled when he laughed, and he greeted us very warmly for something to eat.

As he spoke, he handed over a menu. I only had to look at the menu to know that this shop is the black shop I mentioned earlier.

Because there are only the names of the dishes on the menu, there is no price indicated. In this way, it is reasonable to slaughter the guests later, so as not to be caught.

I wanted to make trouble for the corpse, so I reached out and tore off the menu, then handed half of it to the shopkeeper and said, "Eat less today, just ask for this half!" ”

Although it is a small shop in the wilderness, there are at least a dozen names on the menu of half a section. The owner of the shop was stunned for a moment, probably because he had never seen me order like this.

I slapped the table and said, "What? I'm afraid we won't be able to pay for it? ”

As the saying goes, those who open a restaurant are not afraid of pot-bellied people. This boss opened a shop here in order to rip off customers, and since he was wronged and sent to the door, he really couldn't live up to his profession if he didn't slaughter a knife.

At that moment, the boss quickly agreed, and then sent half of the menu to the back kitchen.

I quietly glanced at the corpse, and found that this thing didn't have the slightest opinion on my own order, but asked the fat boss for a bottle of wine.

His behavior of asking for alcohol seemed strange to me, because a person like him, who often worked with corpses and had a lot of sinister spirits, hated it the most. In contrast, they prefer the water of underground rivers that do not see the light of day all year round, and a drink made from corpse oil.

There is no such thing as drinking!

The fat boss happily sent a pot of wine, just the kind of plastic pot with vinegar, and inside was barley wine mixed with water. The barley wine is already very light when mixed with water, and there is still residual vinegar in the plastic pot, and the two are poured together, which makes the taste even more strange.

But the corpse didn't say anything, he took the flask, took out a yellow pill from the big belly, and threw it into it with a bang.

But he said that the big belly of the corpse is like Doraemon's all-purpose little pocket, and he almost has whatever he wants. This also made me pay special attention to the belly of the corpse, and first see if it is empty under the belly. As a result, after only a few glances, the corpse stared at me fiercely and said, "Look at the fart!" ”

I was immediately happy, I was looking at him, but he said I was looking at a fart, so wouldn't it be that the corpse himself said that he was a fart?

To say that I'm also quite boring, since I can't fight others with my fists and feet, I naturally have to bargain for something on my lips. So I smiled, and instead of breaking his words, I focused on the little yellow pill.

I said, "Stinky shameless, this is poison, right?" ”

The corpse snorted and said, "It is poison for the living, but it is a great tonic for the dead." I'm going to entertain an old friend with this later, and if you dare to talk more, I'll let the colorful worms burrow into your head, do you hear? ”

As he spoke, he shook the inferior barley wine, and soon the yellow pill melted into the barley wine.

Strange to say, the quality of this barley wine is actually very average, but when it is integrated into this yellow pill, the wine has become mellow and aromatic, and even I, a person who does not drink regularly, want to taste it when I smell it.

But remembering that the corpse said that this thing was poison to the living, I still restrained myself from thinking about it, and even lightened my breathing, for fear of inhaling some poisonous gas.

I just don't know who the corpse wants to entertain with such a pot of wine, if it's his old friend, it's really amazing, and it's an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years.

But are there only five undead people in the world? Where did so many old immortal guys come from?

Because there were no other customers in the wilderness shop, the dishes in the back kitchen were served quickly. The chef should be a Sichuanese, what sharp pepper beef, boiled pork slices, husband and wife lung slices, messy table is placed, but the name of the dish sounds good, you can see that the cooked dishes are burnt and browned, you know that the cook's craftsmanship is not good.

Because I ordered a lot of dishes, our table was full, and the fat boss dragged another table over to fit it.

These more than 20 dishes were very laborious to make, and when the first dish was cold, the cook in the back kitchen was still busy. At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and only the cold wind on the plateau was blowing.

Banzai sat at the table with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking. Because I was hit by the yin bone powder, my body was sore, and my spirit was a little not good. In addition, I was indeed a little hungry, so I simply secretly held a basin of boiled meat slices and shook off my cheeks and ate it.

Banzai didn't even look at me, just sat there with his eyes closed. When I saw that he didn't speak, I couldn't help but become more unscrupulous, anyway, I didn't eat for nothing, and only when I had a full stomach did I have the strength to find a way to escape.

While eating, eating, a bright beam of car suddenly came from outside, followed by a roar, and it didn't take long for it to stop outside this small shop in the wilderness.

When I heard the sound of the car outside, I suddenly perked up, and my heart said that this person could be the person who was waiting for the corpse?

Outside, the engine of the vehicle went out, and then I heard a heavy footstep push the door in. As soon as the door opened, I was stunned, because I actually knew this guy.

This person is Frankenstein, who ranks second on the murderer list, that is, an artificial life created by the United States Paranormal Research and Defense Agency.

I have known for a long time that Frankenstein went to the Great Snow Mountain Temple, and although I didn't see him when I challenged the corpse at the Great Snow Mountain Temple, it doesn't mean that he is not there. Could it be that the corpse set up a banquet to invite him?

Frankenstein looks ugly, but the ugly person wants most to have a beautiful skin. Because of this, Frankenstein even colluded with a concubine who specializes in picking human skin, in order to get a woman's human skin.

It's just that in the Land of the Fallen Dead, Frankenstein couldn't beat Colonel Diming, so he didn't get that woman's skin. Not only that, but because of Frankenstein's failure, she was captured alive by the Special Crime Department, and was brought back by Dr. Yu as an extremely important research material.

That's all I know about Frankenstein, I have the impression that this guy is five big and three thick, and his strength is infinite, even if Colonel Di Ming wins him once, but it is also supported by someone behind him. Judging by this alone, Frankenstein is definitely not a weak chicken.

It's just the middle of the night, what is this guy doing here?

Frankenstein was made of pieces of meat sewn all over his body, and as soon as I entered the store, I almost didn't vomit at the smell of fishy smell. The fat boss's eyes widened, and he just wanted to say something, but after seeing the hammer on Frankenstein's waist, he immediately swallowed his saliva, and he didn't dare to put a fart.

Frankenstein glanced around, then fixed his eyes on me and the corpse. Then he grinned, dragged straight past a chair, sat down behind the table and munched.

He eats with such a heroic appearance that he doesn't even use chopsticks, he just picks up the plate and pours it into his mouth. Three times five divided by two, a few plates of dishes went into his stomach.

After eating, Frankenstein reached out and pointed to the plastic flask, signaling that he wanted to take a sip. As a result, the corpse smiled coldly and said, "Which green onion are you?" Do you deserve to drink my cup of life and death? ”

As soon as he said this, I was immediately stunned, Frankenstein was not a guest of the corpse and so on?