However, when the middle-aged shopkeeper soon arrived at the curtain of the single room with the big wine jar, he suddenly heard the lively noise in the room:

"Come, rotting grass, drink water!"

"King, Gu Zhong wants to taste that flowery radish!"

"Gu Liang, Gu Liang's mouth doesn't hurt anymore, give it to his subordinates to stir it up!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll drink with you later!"

"Ahh......h It's the middle of the night, it won't be a ghost entering the store, right......" The middle-aged shopkeeper stopped outside the snow-white curtain of the single room and listened to the chaotic sound of eating with a big mouth, dropping cups, and holding chopsticks in the room, and he was soft and didn't dare to move forward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Bring wine to the king!"

Suddenly, the tough guy in the single room seemed to turn his head and shouted out of the room.

"Ahh......h Wine, wine is coming. ”

Zhao Shujie's shouting was not strong, but it frightened the shopkeeper outside the door, so frightened that his footsteps were so frightened that he pulled his body and squeezed into the inside of the curtain crookedly.

Next, the scene that made the store even more fascinated appeared:

In the faint yellow light of the moment, the tough guy's left arm rests on the surface of the table, and the palm of his hand is open towards the inside of the table. The row of three teacups placed in front of the palm of the hand was suddenly picked up by three large blue hands that stretched out, and they poured and drank in the direction of the tough guy's palm. Immediately, the chopsticks on the table were raised by the big blue hands, clamped into each hot stir-fry plate on the table, and then sent them to the palm of the hand, and then heard the "squeak" teeth chewing and praise:

"Good dish!"

"It tastes good!"

The tough guy was also busy eating and drinking, but the empty man with a big mouth chewing vegetables picked up the teapot and filled the empty teacup with water cup by cup, and greeted loudly:

"Drink, drink, drink!"

"Ahh

"Smack...... ......"

The middle-aged shopkeeper screamed in fear, and his hands trembled so that the jar that was already unstable fell to the ground.

"Pong!"

Suddenly, the tough guy Zhao Shujie raised his right arm and slapped it on the table fiercely, and then the table in front of the three empty seats on his left side was also slapped loudly.

"You, what's the matter?"

Zhao Shujie glared at him angrily and asked.

"Do you still want to open your store?"

"Our king can come to your store once in thousands of years. Is it that unpopular?"

"Hurry up and get the wine!"

Immediately, with the tough guy's reprimand, the shopkeeper who was confused could no longer tell where the other three strange screams came from, but he was so frightened that he turned around and ran out of the door, his mouth chattering at the same time:

"Take the wine and take the wine, and the wine will go and the wine will go and the wine will go to ......"

As soon as he escaped from the single room, one of the strange screams immediately echoed in the store's mind:

"Can our king come to your store once in a thousand years, is it so unwelcome?"

"Ghost, Ghost King—"

When the shopkeeper hurriedly brushed the side of the ditch, he shouted and jumped into the back room.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The ditch man cried even more at this time, and praised the wine while crying.

The whole person was held in the back room, and several jars of wine were hot in a row. Listening to the whining and crying in the guest room and the noise of the "ghosts" in the single room, the store gradually began to drip urine and diapers.

"This midnight, midnight......"

While busily hot wine, he repeated the words in his mouth, and finally said:

"When will it be dawn?"

"Bring me wine—"

Suddenly, the summoning voice of the "ghost king" came clearly and harshly in the single room.

"Ahh

The shopkeeper replied with a blank face, and then hurriedly picked up a large jar of wine and rushed out.

"Lord, too. Wine ......"

When they passed by the ditch man again, the person made a strange sound like a lamentation.

"Okay, okay...... Ahh......h

The shopkeeper casually agreed, panting heavily.

When we arrived at the snow-white curtain of the single room again. He listened to the still loud shouting inside, and at the same time began to hear the more chaotic sound of chairs clattering.

He mustered up the courage to step in steadily, and his body followed halfway in, while the snow-white curtain covered the small half of his face. And with it. He slowly turned his face to look at the tough guy in the depths of the single room, and suddenly saw that the empty chairs that were neatly arranged by himself next to the original tough guy were already full of strangers at the moment:

Some of them are busy picking up vegetables, and some are drinking water with cups. Some are banging on the table with chopsticks to call for wine. And just when he arched the curtain and entered half of his body to disturb them, the three strangers sitting next to the tough guy turned their heads almost at the same time, but the blood on his face that was drawn out by the prince in the day was still obvious, painted on his face, lined with his three blue faces, and scared the middle-aged shopkeeper without saying a word!

"Oh my God—"

The man let out a loud cry, and his body went straight to the ground, but all the strength that was still left in his body was condensed into his hands in an instant, holding the big wine jar high, but he was also very trembling.

"Hurry up and serve this king wine!"

"Serve the king wine!"

"Serve the wine—"

"Serving ......"

Suddenly, a burst of calls piercing the shopkeeper's brain rushed into both of his ears.

"Ghost King. ”

Suddenly, in the hallucination, someone whispered two words in his ear, calling him to slowly get up as if he was being conjured, holding the wine jar in his arms and moving off the ground, his body fluttering lightly, slowly approaching the table like a "ghost", placing the wine jar firmly on the table and leaving the room without saying a word.

"This king's three beast whips are spicy and spicy soup!"

As soon as the shopkeeper left the door, the command of the "ghost king" came from the back.

"Okay......"

After a resounding answer, the "ghost cha" passed by the ditch and walked quietly to the back room.

"Woo woo woo...... Good wine!"

When the Venerable Master looked up at his strange appearance, he only cried and cried.

After entering the back room, the shopkeeper was like an evil person, and the rules were in order, and the lid of the pot would be lifted from the ground, and a thick cloth would be put on it, and the iron pot would be poured into a porcelain basin with the spicy soup of the three beast whips, and then the porcelain basin would go out of the room to the ghost king.

"Here, give the master a drink!"

When the ditch saw the shopkeeper passing by him again, he ignored him even more, and slapped the table anxiously and shouted.

But the middle-aged shopkeeper who did the "ghost errand" really didn't have time to pay attention to him, and lightly entered the single room as if he was surrounded by white heat as if he was off the ground, and when he arrived at the table, he shouted:

"The king uses it slowly!"

"Not enough, not enough!

The tough guy got up, picked up the jar and began to pour it into the four glasses with a clatter, ordering impatiently.

"Okay—"

The ghost shopkeeper tried his best to raise his voice and shout back, then turned around and raised his big hand, lifted the snow-white curtain and went out of the house. (To be continued.) )