The crowd finally dispersed, and if Wang Sheng really succeeded in living with this woman, Mr. Storyteller's script would definitely have a story of a son looking for a lover with a lot of money.

"I'm afraid that this Liu Lao has taken a fancy to Brother Wang's family property," Seventh Brother shook his head.

This world can't look at the surface, there are ghosts and monsters that harm people, but people are more poisonous than demons, just like Liu Laojiao, just now he begged one-eyed in a low voice, kowtowed to Wang Sheng and thanked him, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his face again.

"Liu Laojiao, I eat steamed buns at your house, why don't you even give you a bowl of hot water?" A diner chewed on the bun and felt thirsty, so he couldn't help asking.

"Hot water? You don't need firewood to boil hot water?! ”

"You!" Seeing this, the diner angrily took the bun and left.

Many passers-by around who wanted to eat steamed buns retracted their steps, and Liu Lao was still the same Liu Lao picking, and he was terrible.

Just now the matter was just an episode, Seventh Brother took Song Ying to a teahouse to sit down and serve some snacks, they mainly wanted to talk about what they could get in this world.

Song Ying came to this world through the door of the seventh brother, and the seventh brother did not have a place that needed Song Ying's protection.

The two of them just took what they needed.

"I don't know if the Lanruo Temple here is in the novel or the movie," I just heard the seventh brother say, "but there must be a sword immortal Yan Chixia, which is the easiest immortal cultivator we can get into." ”

"There are thousand-year-old tree demons there, and there are countless female ghosts" Song Ying shook his head, "You and I are not Ning Caichen, it is easy to go to Lanruo Temple, I am afraid that my life will have to be taken." ”

"Yes, that's the trouble" Seventh Brother sighed, picked up the teacup and poured the tea down his throat like drinking.

"Demon, we're not afraid" Song Ying stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched a small snack, slightly sweet, but quite in line with his taste.

There are bazookas, explosives, machine gun bullets, even if he is a monster, he is confident that he can penetrate it, and if it is really not good, he will level the mountain of Lanruo Temple, and the price of missiles is not too expensive.

"What about the ghost," Seventh Brother asked.

Looking at the appearance of the seventh brother, he obviously guessed that Song Ying had a sharp weapon to deal with ghosts in his hand.

That's right, the last time I went to the zombie world, the group of newcomers who came back alive couldn't hold their mouths.

"I have some spirit runes, peachwood swords, although it is not very effective against the thousand-year-old dryad, but it should be no problem against the ghosts. As long as it's not at the level of the ghost king. ”

"Okay, I knew that Brother Song had a way!" The seventh brother slapped the table, his face was full of sadness, Song Ying couldn't see that the seventh brother was waiting for him to come out with something.

One is an ordinary employee, the other is in charge of the purchase of procurement, everyone knows that there are many treasures in the procurement hand.

"When are we going to do it?"

"It's not difficult to kill Lanruo Temple, let's think about how to greet the masters"

Suddenly, the two of them were very noisy in front of the teahouse, as if someone was playing tricks.

"Man, what's going on?" Brother Qi beckoned, and the shopkeeper walked over.

"Oh, that Taoist, come to drink wine," the shopkeeper said strangely, "Although we also have wine in our teahouse, how much do you have to drink just for him?" Don't look at this person who is as thin as a bamboo pole, but he can drink a jar of wine in one breath!

If it weren't for the kindness of our shopkeeper, how could he come over one after another to drink. ”

As he was talking, the shopkeeper of the teahouse, a chubby middle-aged man, whose fat face always squeezed out a smile, approached the Taoist and said, "Daoist, you have been drinking here for two days, and you can't afford to toss it with a small business." ”

"Hiccup~" The Taoist burped and stood up, he was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with a gourd tied around his waist, but the dust in his hand was as white as silver thread, and as smooth as a waterfall.

"I drank your wine for two days, so naturally I won't drink it in vain" The Taoist moved his feet and walked into the teahouse, the last fart. Gu sat at the table of Song Ying and the two.

"This ......" Brother Qi glanced at Song Ying, Song Ying gave a look, and observed slowly first.

In many stories, most of the crazy people dressed up are high-ranking people, but some charlatans also like to use this method to cheat and cheat.

Seeing that the Taoist delayed the guests to drink tea, Rao is shopkeeper's good temper and face was also a little unkind, he first apologized to Song Ying and the two, and then asked, "I don't know how you plan to repay the Taoist?" ”

"I ask you," the Taoist moved to make himself more comfortable leaning on the table, "Seven years ago, when you were desperate, someone borrowed fifty taels of silver from you?" ”

The shopkeeper was surprised that someone knew about this, but he still nodded, "Brother Zhao from the same township lent me fifty taels of silver, and I promised him to repay the debt in a year, but at that time, bandits were rampant, I took my family away, and now I go back, I heard that Brother Zhao's family has already moved away." ”

"Well, that's right," the Taoist nodded, suddenly closing his eyes and letting out a burst of snoring.

There were still many people watching on the side, who would have thought that this person would suddenly fall asleep?

"This Taoist ......," the seventh brother raised his hand and shook the Taoist awake, "Taoist ......"

"Yawn~" Stretching, the Taoist continued to ask, as if it was not himself who suddenly fell asleep while talking just now, "Have you ever returned fifty taels to his relatives?" ”

"No," the shopkeeper shook his head ashamedly, although he kept his promise, but no one could be found, he naturally did not think about returning the money to his relatives and friends, and relatives and friends would inevitably see the intention of making money.

This matter has been put aside for seven years, but I didn't expect it to be brought up by a crazy Taoist today.

"I ask you, did you just give birth to a son?" The Taoist asked another unrelated question.

"Fortunately, I have a son, just full-term" The shopkeeper was a little happy, his wife's stomach was not angry, and she was pregnant after so many years. Giving birth to a son is naturally expensive.

"He is your fellow villager Zhao Sheng, who is here to ask you for debts."

"What?!" The shopkeeper's disbelief, the smile on his face has long disappeared, "Please don't joke!" ”

"Are you kidding, you can find out if you take your son out"

"Call Mrs. out," the shopkeeper turned to the shopkeeper and said, at this time, it is no longer important to do business.

After a while, a woman came out with a baby in her arms.

The baby was dressed in small clothes, very delicate, and had a long-life lock around his neck.

"He ate a month's worth of food at your house, counting clothes and other supplies, and spent a total of fourteen taels, and if you give him another thirty-six taels, you will pay off."

Although the shopkeeper didn't believe it, he still took thirty-six taels of silver from the counter in disbelief, and the money was just put on the baby, and the child suddenly lost his life when he closed his eyes.

"This, this, this ......"

The child is really here to collect debts!

The shopkeeper was horrified.

"The debt you owe has been paid off, and you will have another son next year, but you can provide for your old age" Now no one will doubt what the Taoist said.

However, the teahouse was also temporarily closed, and his son died, so he had to take care of the aftermath after all, and although the shopkeeper of the teahouse who died was sad, he was more like a sigh of relief.

Song Ying and the Taoist walked out of the teahouse together, they all knew that it was a master in front of them, and the opportunity to ask the immortal might be right in front of them.

The Taoist preemptively opened his mouth and asked Brother Qi, "Among your friends, is there a person surnamed Wang?" ”

"The surname Wang?" Brother Qi nodded: "There is one." ”

"I'm afraid he has had some calamities in the past two days, and God has the virtue of a good life...... In this way, you can save his life by hanging this dust in front of your friend's bedroom door, and tomorrow you and I will meet at the Chenghuang Temple in the north of the city, and I will give you a reward for helping. Then he handed the dust to the seventh brother.

Brother Qi never thought that the fairy fate would come so suddenly, so he happily took the dust and left.

At this time, the Taoist turned his head to look at Song Ying.