Although Lin Chen was a semi-official soul slayer, he was still aware of the existence of places like 'taverns'.

This is actually the same as those inns and teahouses where knights walked in ancient times, to put it bluntly, the tavern is an information exchange center for serving soul killers, but it is not officially protected.

So, here's where the fun comes in.

Why would Lin Chen know about the existence of such a place?

Hehe, do you think these places are really out of official control?

Lin Chen always remembered the answer he gave when he asked Liu Wu why he didn't ban these taverns.

"Boy, this thing is like weeds, it can't be burned clean, it's better to take care of it than to keep it there."

And every city will have one or more pubs, but there is only one leader among them, which is what we call the boss, the industry leader.

Therefore, the best way to quickly get to know a city's soul slayer is to find the largest tavern in the area, find a random seat, order a pot of wine, make a plate of peanuts, and do nothing to observe quietly.

Then, you have already preliminarily figured out the doorway of the city's circle of soul slayers.

Thinking about it, Lin Chen had already touched a small wild bar located in the suburbs.

Wild bars refer to some illegal bars that do not have a business license.

Lin Chen squeezed away the young boys and girls who were wantonly swaying their youth and dancing their lives, and walked straight to a small bar in the innermost part.

He's looking for a guide.

The wild bar is just an external cover for the tavern, and in order to truly enter the tavern, you must find the right guide.

If you don't have a guide, you might as well order a glass of whiskey and watch the laser lights flicker over there.

And the guides here are, of course, the bartenders who silently mix bells and whistles.

After a cursory glance, a slender man with a mustache, gold-wire glasses, and sparse hair came into front of Lin Chen's eyes.

He is the number three bartender.

The man suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be looking at him silently, and after looking up, his hand wiping the wine glass was suddenly stunned, and then he saw the faint green tendons in the tiger's mouth.

"You, what's going on this time?" The man took a deep breath and asked as much as he could.

"Aha, good evening." Lin Chen pretended not to see his face, picked up a glass of martini like a cook, took a sip of golden wine, and pretended to say hello.

"I don't believe that this guy of yours would come here to drink so much nonsense, what do you want this time?" The bartender standing in front of Lin Chen shrugged his shoulders expressionlessly.

"Is the attitude so unkind? My friend. ”

The bartender pouted rarely, "Are you so forgetful?" Completely forgot about the previous things? ”

"Is it the abandoned cemetery? Isn't it a good solution? ”

The bartender snorted twice, "Good fellow, a bag of explosives bigger than a suitcase, which directly erased the cemetery geographically, in some respects it can indeed be called quite a good solution." ”

"Isn't that good?"

"I'm TM, please take a look at the mission introduction, it's clearly written in the mission introduction, clear the mutation out of control ghosts, you're good, it's just leveled, this abandoned cemetery resentful spirit material collection point is directly gone, do you know how much trouble this brings to customers!" The bartender didn't even want to wipe the cup, and stared directly at Lin Chen viciously.

Lin Chen touched his nose twice in embarrassment, and changed the topic, "Let's not talk about this for now, I came here to find someone." ”

"Who? Hell, who's going to be happy to meet you? ”

"Song Wen."

"Song... Wait," the bartender's hand wiping the wine glass suddenly became a little unsteady, and after hurriedly stabilizing it, he looked at Lin Chen suspiciously, "Do you really not know at all?" ”

"What's the matter?" Lin Chen frowned, and there was a faint sense of bad premonition in his heart.

"Song Wen is dead, a few days ago."

"Who killed it?" Lin Chen's expression was extremely serious, staring at the bartender and asking in a low voice.

"I don't know," the bartender shrugged, "some people say it's asking for money, some people say it's vendetta, in short, Song Wen is dead, and he died a very miserable death, there are not a few pieces of good meat on his body, it feels like being thrown into a meat grinder." ”

As the bartender described it vividly, Lin Chen's brows furrowed tighter, which was obviously torture and torture.

"There's a wooden beam bounty before, and the list is still there?"

"Ah, you said that." The bartender shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a copper coin from under the counter, "Well, let's go in and see for yourself." ”

Lin Chen drank the last sip of wine, gently put it on the counter, took out two banknotes and stuffed them into the bartender's hand, and exchanged them for the black and shiny copper coin.

Finding a remote corner, Lin Chen sat comfortably on the sofa, and his right hand began to slowly rub the edge of the copper coin according to a certain pattern, and just when the copper coin turned to three and a half turns, the originally dark and shiny slurry layer wrapped around the copper coin slowly began to be transparent and disappeared.

And when the copper coin was about to completely reveal the hidden word 'wine', Lin Chen suddenly sensed a force that began to tear at his consciousness.

Lin Chen didn't try to resist this force, but followed the direction of being torn, and naturally separated a wisp of consciousness and followed it and disappeared into an unusually large building.

And that is Lin Chen's destination this time, the tavern, a building built in the space of consciousness.

Every time he entered this building, Lin Chen would scold his brain-dead novel design.

In order to pretend to be forced and separate a hammer consciousness, Lin Chen had a headache every time he entered the tavern.

The area of the pub is not large, only half the size of the average bar. There are no energetic dance music, no seductive girls, only various wine bottles and a few scattered tables of eight immortals, a few half-enclosed wine cabinets, and as for the gambling, boxing, vendettas, etc., which you see in the novel, there will be no such thing here.

Cause? Tsk, now in modern society, we have to pay attention to civilization.

But the tavern is also quite strange, for example, in the middle of the entrance is a life-size sculpture of Guan Erye! The golden light is shining, and every time I see a newcomer come in, I look confused, and it is also the fun of the old soul slayer here.

Although it was night, there were still few people in the tavern, and it looked like something had happened again recently. Hanging on the load-bearing wall is a huge beige canvas.

Obviously, a long time has passed, so that there are countless white notices on top of each other, there are various needs for bounties, clearing ghosts, finding people, and bodyguards, of course, this thing will not be so open, it will be replaced with cryptic words, which is equivalent to the taskbar of those unions.

Lin Chen raised his head to confirm, and sure enough, the wooden beam notice with the highest reward had been crossed out with a brush.

And just as Lin Chen was about to turn around and leave, a rather thick arm naturally rested on Lin Chen's shoulder, followed by a man's voice full of neutrality like a bell.

"Yo, new here? What, are you looking for that wooden beam? Hehe, it's late. ”