When it was dark, the shops on the streets of Qinglu City closed one after another.

The taverns in the east of the city were lit with lights, and the bright red lanterns hung under the eaves, which did not fit in with the cold night.

There was only one guy in a coarse linen coat busy in the shop.

Even if the people who have worked all day are poor, they still have to come here to fetch a pot of wine and go home, as if in this way, the dull days have a taste.

The tavern has no name, but the flag has the word "Fan" written on it.

When the people talked about it, they called it "Lao Fan Tavern".

Meng Qing and Lao Yuan frowned when they saw the strange flag under the red lantern.

When he entered the city during the day, Meng Qinghe noticed this tavern, and the two chicken paws embroidered on the shading of the flag were very eye-catching.

The long night was about to begin, and she was in no hurry to get back to the inn.

Meng Qinghe walked into the tavern with only two wooden tables, ordered a pot of wine and a few snacks, and walked to the table in the back and sat down.

The tavern was very small, Meng Qinghe was sitting near the back door, there was a window open next to the table, an oil lamp was lit on the table, and the bamboo outside the window poked in, and the wind blew, casting a trembling shadow on the table.

As the night wore on, there were fewer people buying alcohol.

The shopkeeper yawned and walked to Meng Qinghe's table and sat down, propped up the table with his elbows, and tilted his head to look at Meng Qinghe.

"This guest officer, can the wine and food in the small shop still satisfy your appetite?"

Meng Qinghe sandwiched a peanut and threw it on the table in front of the shopkeeper, "Peanuts can be fried, are you embarrassed to ask?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't care, picked up the peanuts on the table and threw them into his mouth, and said with a smile: "When the guests come to the door, the cook is inevitably a little nervous." ”

Meng Qinghe took a sip of wine and raised his eyes to look at the shopkeeper, "This wine is the wine of Qinghe Town." ”

"The guest officer is really a person who knows the goods, this is the worry-free wine of the worry-free restaurant in Qinghe Town."

"Such a good wine, you can sell a few copper plates to these country wild men?"

Is there anyone else in the world who does business like this?

I'm afraid I'm not a fool.

"If the guest officer thinks it's cheap, just give a few more copper plates."

Meng Qinghe smiled, "The old lady gave you a few more slaps, do you believe it or not?" ”

The shopkeeper also laughed, laughing as he ran to the back door, "The guest officer said that he laughed, although our store is small, we never deceive customers, don't you make trouble...... Ah, the heroine spares her life! ”

Meng Qinghe stepped on the stool with one foot, crossed his waist with one hand, and carried the back collar of the shopkeeper with the other, and said sharply: "When did you kid slip out?" ”

"When you went to the Yunshan Sect a year ago, I came out."

Meng Qinghe kicked the shop guy on the ass and kicked him out of the threshold.

"What are you doing here, looking for death?"

The shopkeeper groped his butt and got up and walked into the house swearing.

The wick bleeped, and the firelight was blown by the wind, shaking and brightening.

The shopkeeper is no longer what he looks like.

Where is this guy in the tavern in the mountain city, and he is clearly the son and brother of the dignitaries of the imperial capital.

This face is not only full of innate nobility, but also extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a lofty atmosphere, which makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

Meng Qinghe didn't bother to look at him, but this didn't affect him to put a good-looking face in front of Meng Qinghe's eyes.

"Oh, Qinghe, don't be angry, I don't miss you."

"He Shufan, stay away from me!"

"Okay, you put down your weapon, I'll squat on the threshold." He Shufan carefully pushed away the bamboo chopsticks poking at his throat, slowly moved back to the back door, and squatted pathetically on the threshold with his knees hugged.

Meng Qinghe dropped his chopsticks directly, "The old lady is working hard outside to find a keel for you, kowtowing to people every day as a grandson, and from time to time she has to sell her hue and throw herself into her arms for worthlessness, you fucking say run away, do you know how dangerous this world is?" ”

"You...... You don't even want the dignity of being a human being for me? He Shufan was distressed, "Qinghe, don't look for it, everyone has their own life, I admit it." ”

"You're not human, what do you do?" Meng Qinghe glared at him, "You go back to the Demon Realm for me, and I will be able to find the dragon bone soon." ”

"You said you had eyebrows a year ago......"

"This year, I have touched all the six peaks of the Yunshan Sect, but I have gained nothing, the keel must be in Ye Jibai's hands, that ghost goblin, if he finds out that I am approaching him to find the keel, not to mention the keel, I am afraid that I will not even get the bone slag."

The keel was too rare, and Meng Qinghe didn't dare to come hard.

"But I don't want you to be wronged for me."

Meng Qinghe raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and said with a smile: "Idle left and right are also idle, there is food and drink in this world, but I don't feel wronged." ”

He Shufan also agreed, he moved to Meng Qinghe's leg with a dog, and looked up with a harmless face, "There is food and drink in the world, and there is also the sun, and I don't want to go back to the demon world." ”

"Do you know how many dangers lurk where the sun doesn't shine?"

"What if, I mean, if you don't find the keel, can you bear to see me leave a regret before I die?"

Meng Qinghe lowered his eyes and looked at He Shufan's pitiful appearance, and his raised slap turned into a fist and smashed on the table.

"I'll definitely find the keel." Meng Qinghe touched He Shufan's head, "You won't die." ”

Taking advantage of Meng Qinghe's soft-heartedness, He Shufan hurriedly made a request: "I want to stay in the world." ”

Meng Qinghe warned him: "Don't make trouble." ”

"Don't worry, I've been in Qinglu City for more than a year, I'm honest and responsible, I never cause trouble, I will be more cautious in the future, and I will never cause trouble for you."

Speaking of life, Meng Qinghe came here, and there was another important thing.

"You've been in Qinglu City for so long, have you ever found a demon haunted nearby?"

He Shufan sat back on the stool, shook his head and said, "If there is a demon around here, I can definitely detect it, is something wrong?" ”

Meng Qinghe's expression straightened, this matter is too strange.

"Last night on the mountain over there, a disciple of the Yunshan Sect was killed by a demon."

He Shufan also frowned, "Didn't you explicitly forbid demons to kill people in the human world?" ”

"He didn't just kill him, he killed it right under my nose, the key is ......" Meng Qinghe looked at the dark night outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't even notice it." ”

The injuries on Yan Yuanping's corpse were definitely done by demons.

Meng Qinghe detected a faint demonic breath from his empty stomach.

The problem is also here, if a demon appeared near the Wu family's old house last night, how could Meng Qinghe not notice it?

Unless...... It wasn't the devil who kidnapped Yan Yuanping.

If this is the case, the implications behind this matter can be complicated.

The collusion between man and demon must be a big conspiracy.

At that time, Shen Yuanhao was sleeping next to Yan Yuanping, who had such a great ability to kidnap people from the couch of the Lord of the First Peak of the Yunshan Sect?

He Shufan said: "Why don't I go to the mountains tonight?" ”

Meng Qinghe pressed his arm tightly, "No need, this matter is over, don't interfere." ”

"Did you guess what......"

Meng Qinghe interrupted him, "After I leave here, you immediately pack up your things and go to Qinghe Town, I have no objection if you want to stay in the world, but you can only stay in Drunken Dream House." ”

"Qinghe, I want to follow you."

"Say it again."

"I'll pack my things and go to Qinghe Town now."

Meng Qinghe took the wine bag from his waist and threw it to He Shufan, "It's not too late to fill up the wine and then clean it up." ”