Listen, the sound of ghosts crying.

Di Zi'an plunged into the pitch-black cave, and when he fell in the air, he wanted to urge the secret spell of the seal pool, but Gu Qingyan's throwing took advantage of the speed of the flying sword galloping, and the sound of breaking the wind was endless, but in the blink of an eye, Di Zi'an was in front of the deep and dark cave, and then, the strange smoke in the cave wrapped him, and he was sucked into it like that.

"Boss, this person is so funny, he actually came in with his head on the ground, I'm afraid he is not a ghost who fell to death?"

"You girl, all the nonsense, this person is not dead......

"That's a rarity. ”

......

Dizzy and dizzy, Di Zi'an heard a pleasant female voice, rubbed his head on the ground, Di Zi'an opened his eyes, and it was not a dark cave in front of him, and the layout in front of him told Di Zi'an that this was a tavern.

"This is ......" Di Zi'an got up from the ground, and the tables and chairs were scattered in the dim tavern, and there were scattered figures on the tables and chairs, their faces hidden in the darkness.

The proprietress was behind the innermost cash register, and the lazy maid chatted with the proprietress on the side, laughing from time to time, but for some reason, Di Zi'an always felt very infiltrating when she listened.

In the dark cavern, it turned out to be a tavern?

Is it illusion? Many ghosts are proficient in illusion.

As a spell master majoring in illusion, Di Zi'an looked around and didn't find anything abnormal, the illusionist's fight pays attention to preemptive strikes, and pulling the other party into his illusion first is equivalent to occupying the right time and place, even if the other party wants to counter, it is very difficult.

Of course, this is based on the fact that the two sides are about the same level.

And although the side that lost the illusion lost the first move, it was not impossible to resist, and the way to fight back was to find the fulcrum of the illusion.

If you don't destroy that skull, even if you knock down the winter ghosts in the illusion thousands of times, as long as Dizi'an's spiritual power is enough to support it, you can continue to maintain the winter and summon a steady stream of winter ghosts.

So if this tavern is a fantasy, what will be its fulcrum? Di Zi'an looked at the proprietress behind the cash register, the light was dim, and she couldn't see the proprietress clearly, but the maid on the side took a few steps forward and exposed her face to the light.

This meows...... Dizi An's heart trembled, the maid stared at the big eyes, the corners of her mouth were cracked, the arc was almost to the ears, her face was stiff, she stopped walking step by step, and her figure was very slender.

Isn't this nonsense?

The paper figure must be slender! Dizi scolded in his heart, the maid looked like a paper man, the front looked just a little scary, and when you looked at it from the side, you would find that it was only the thickness of a thin paper.

"Do you want to have something?" The maid seemed to have no self-awareness, not knowing that her appearance was a little scary, just like a real shopkeeper, holding a menu and walking like Di Zi'an.

This is really a tavern...... Di Zi'an subconsciously took the menu, opened it and took a look, all kinds of strange wine names were in it, from the ordinary daughter red, osmanthus brewing, to the back of Penglai Xianqiong, Qing Ming Yun, ancient road drunk......

"That, I'm new here, may I ask, what do you pay for here?" Di Zi'an was very polite, although he didn't know what the wine was in the back, but he turned the page and found some appetizers.

Human heart, human brain, human liver...... to the back of the ghostly ambergris, corpse moss, Bodhi blood...... Until the last page, I saw the ghost king Dan.

"Isn't it written next to it?" The maid's cracked mouth let out a silver bell-like laugh, which made Di Zi'an wonder how this sound came from, could it be that there was really a tongue in the mouth? Looking at the menu, there was a number written next to each dish, a simple number, and there was no symbol or unit or anything.

"Forgive Xiaosheng, what unit is used to write this number," don't tell me that it is......

years, right?

"It's as many years as it is written. The maid seemed a little impatient, Di Zi'an looked at the menu again, and couldn't bear to look at it directly, the numbers behind it were a few digits, and the last page seemed to be five or six digits, right?

If all this is not a fantasy, then this tavern is definitely not consumed by a little person like himself......

"Girl, stop teasing people. A pleasant female voice came from behind the cash register, Di Zi looked at it calmly, and found that the proprietress walked out from behind the cash register, her steps were dignified and elegant, and Di Zi'an's eyes lit up.

What a beauty with oriental classical characteristics.

It's just that this deep eye shadow and the faint red makeup on the pale cheeks not only did not add vitality to that delicate face, but how eerie it looked.

Dead Man's Makeup...... Di Zi'an had such a word in his head for no reason.

This proprietress is not unbeautiful, but how does it look, so like a ...... Dead person?

"The concubine's tavern hasn't been in the business of living people for a long time......" The proprietress said in a pleasant tone, but Di Zi'an sounded cold, there are still many guests in the tavern, why am I so scared when you say this?

"Xiaoyou don't need to be afraid, whether it's a dead person or a living person, those who come are customers, and our store will naturally not be disadvantaged. That menu hasn't been changed for a long time, and a small wine shop like Penglai Xianqiong can't get it. ”

In other words, you can take out the Ghost King Dan, right? Di Zi'an broke out in a cold sweat, and heard the proprietress add, "The checkout is also very simple, you can pay for as many years as you eat something, as long as you take out something of equivalent value, you can still do chores in the store if you can't afford it." ”

"How many birthdays, just how long to do chores, this birthday algorithm, Yang Shou is OK, Yin Shou is also OK, Xiaoyou have a lot of leftovers, and the wine and food on the first few pages are still consumed. ”

"No, no, life is short, it's better to be a little ......" Dizi Anxin wanted not to be a black shop, forced to buy and sell something, but the proprietress didn't care, just said lightly,

"It's not that the concubine wants to blackmail Xiaoyou, but since Xiaoyou has come to the ghost cave, you have to follow the rules of the shop, and the minimum consumption is a hundred years old, so Xiaoyou should take a good look at the menu. ”

Dizi was cold in his heart, a hundred years ...... This is a completely unacceptable price, regardless of yang and yin, I don't want to, and it is difficult to pay such a price.

How many hundred years are there in life? For ordinary people, there is not a hundred years.

For a traveler like Di Zi'an, who has not been promoted for a long time, it may not be a dream to live a long life, but he definitely can't bear such an exaggerated life consumption.

Resist? Dizi reluctantly denied his thoughts, this tavern is completely unfathomable at present, and he is afraid that he will not be able to make many waves in front of others.

But he was blackmailed for his centennial birthday, so unwilling, Di Zi'an gritted his teeth, and could only use some items to delay time, thought about it, and took out the frozen black bone from his pocket,

"How long can this bone last for a birthday......"

The proprietress didn't even look at it, but the maid next to her took the ice cube smartly, and commented professionally, "A hundred years of powerful ghosts can be used as a ten-year birthday." ”

It's only been ten years, Dizi'an frowned, and fell into a dilemma, and at this time, a lazy female voice came from the other direction,

"The girl of the Liu family, take another Ghost King Dan. ”

The proprietress looked over, her face was indifferent like ice and snow melting, and she bloomed with a bright smile, but she seemed to be a little embarrassed, "Lord Fujun, the stock of the small shop has been almost eaten by you......"

Although the smile was charming, there was a chill in Di Zi'an's eyes, and the Lord Fu Jun in his words let out a low light smile in the corner of the tavern, Di Zi'an couldn't help but look over, but found that there was a large area around the figure, the seats were all empty, and there were not half of the guests sitting, and the guests in other places also consciously stayed away from that figure.

"Why, don't you do this seat's business?" The faint voice, but as if with the majesty of the world, Di Zi'an's legs were weak and he almost knelt down, and the words seemed to have magic in them, and as soon as the words fell, a guest in the shadows got up and disappeared in place.

"Don't dare, don't dare," the proprietress smiled more positively than anyone else, "but there is really no ghost king pill in the shop, and there is still a ...... in the eight-thousand-year-old Qingzhuang Inner Dan."

"It's really a disappointment...... "The silence in the tavern was as dead as death, and the proprietress and maid stood as stiff as Di Zi'an before, not daring to move, as if waiting for the hair to fall, and after a long time, the lazy female voice sounded again,

"Bring it up," the proprietress let out a sigh of relief, and then she heard the voice and continued, if it is not enough, let's take the children over there. ”

Di Zi'an thought about it, no matter how much the child in the mouth of this old monster thinks, it shouldn't be herself, but she found that the boss lady looked at her with fiery eyes.

"This little friend, the concubine has a business to discuss with you. ”