"Night?"

Huo Quzhi looked up at the red and green neon signboard flashing, and looked at Jiang Qi with some hesitation.

"I'll find you a dictionary tomorrow, the font has changed quite a lot in two thousand years."

Jiang Qi nodded with a smile, then restrained his smile and asked, "You feel it, right?" ”

"Why else I pulled you down?"

Huo Quzhi smiled like Jiang Qi and said, "This is not something that Kyushu should have. ”

After that, Huo Quzhi pointed to the bar in front of him and said softly: "If the current cultivators have reached the level of bewitching mortals to sacrifice evil gods, then I should really clean up the portal for the current era." ”

Jiang Qi didn't speak, he raised his head, and a black and golden light flashed in his eyes, like glass.

In Jiang Qi's sight, there was something more in the bar in front of him.

A viscous pitch-black Qi was steaming, colluding in mid-air, as if it wanted to communicate some unknown existence?

The gas engine of this thing has the flavor of Kyushu at its root, but it has been tampered with a lot, and it is obvious that it is a product of export.

Jiang Qi felt that this breath was very familiar, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

"Eight million ghosts."

In Huo Quzhi's puzzled eyes, Jiang Qi said softly.

"What?"

Huo Quzhi heard this word for the first time and asked, "What is that?" Sounds amazing. ”

As he spoke, Huo Quzhi's eyes flashed with excitement.

Eight million ghosts and gods, eighty percent is an imaginary number, but even if it is only eighty thousand, it is a good opponent.

There's no one who doesn't like to fight.

"A legend in the country next door, in that country, up to the creation of the world, down to the wind, flowers, snow, and moon, and even oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, there are gods, enough eight million."

Jiang Qi popularized Huo's disease.

"The supreme god of that country, and the ruler of eight million ghost gods, is called Amaterasu."

"Sounds like a good opponent."

Huo Quzhi nodded with some expectation and asked, "It seems that you have been in contact with these ghosts and gods before?" How strong is it? ”

"I beheaded you."

Jiang Qi thought about the wine-swallowing boy he had seen before, well, it felt okay when he chopped it.

"Tsk."

Huo Quzhi smacked his lips meaninglessly and asked, "Can you recognize which one is here?" ”

"How would I know?"

Jiang Qi looked at Huo Qubing like a fool and asked, "Can you recognize every soldier in the big man?" ”

"Your Majesty can."

Huo Quzhi's answer made Jiang Qi stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted, in the era of Huo Quai, how could Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty be an ordinary person? It doesn't seem unexpected to do this?

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

Jiang Qi took the lead, followed Huo Quai, and walked into this bar.

Just now, the reason why Huo Quzhi motioned for Jiang Qi to stop here was of course not because of how curious he was about the bar.

Rather, it's because in this bar, someone is summoning an evil god.

That is, the so-called eight million ghosts and gods on the island country, although I don't know which one it is.

Kyushu is so big that everyone in the Mystery Bureau can't even manage it.

So it's not too normal for someone to engage in wind and rain.

If you don't run into it, it's fine, but now that you do, you have to take care of it.

Huo Quzhi also thinks so.

He was very curious and wanted to see how tough a guy he was to dare to make trouble in Kyushu.

In his time, let alone making trouble, Xuan Xiu from the outside world couldn't enter Kyushu at all, or didn't dare.

Although two thousand years have passed, in Huo Quai's heart, Kyushu is still the Kyushu, and it is still the Kyushu where he expanded his territory, guarded his life, and glorified the annals of history.

The two walked into this nightly bar, and then there was deafening music.

The lights are bright, the warblers are singing and dancing, and the hormones are involuntarily expanding.

This is a happy field, and it is also a gold cave.

"Do you have any money?"

Huo Quzhi touched Jiang Qi, and his voice was very small, but it came clearly into Jiang Qi's ears.

Jiang Qi rummaged through his pockets, took out a card, threw it to Huo Quai, and said, "Save some for me." ”

Huo Quzhi nodded perfunctorily and muttered, "Isn't this realm the Qinglou?" Change the soup but not the medicine. ”

As he spoke, Huo Quzhi looked around.

Raise your hand and pull it.

A waiter wearing a standard vest was picked up by Huo Quai.

Before the waiter could speak, there was an extra gold card in his hand, and he raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him who made him unconsciously weak.

"The most expensive wine, the best woman, understand?"

Huo Quzhi said with a smile.

"Understood!"

The waiter nodded subconsciously, and after coming back to his senses, he was busy bowing down to guide.

"Two gentlemen, let's go to the booth on the second floor?"

"Lead the way."

Huo Quzhi nodded.

"Your side, please!"

Jiang Qi followed Huo Quai, sighing in his heart.

It seems that this product is indeed a regular customer.

And he really said that he was right, this is almost a Qinglou that changes the soup without changing the medicine, but it has a few more layers of fig leaf.

At the root, money still opens the way, and there is everything.

On the second floor, Huo Quzhi took a look, pointed in a direction, and walked over by himself.

The waiter who led the way in front was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after him, bowed down with a smile and said, "Brother, the booth here is for twenty people, and the consumption is a little ......."

Huo didn't bother to look at him, so he sat down on his own, crossed Erlang's legs, and said, "Wine, Master." ”

"Brother, how much wine do you want to drink?"

The waiter knew that this was really a big encounter, and hurriedly asked more flatteringly.

"More than them, twice as much."

Huo Quzhi pointed to a booth next to him.

There were a dozen or so people seated, both men and women, mostly young people.

It's just that there is a man in his thirties among them, and his face is a little gloomy, and he doesn't look so comfortable.

But apparently in that small circle, this person is the head, or rather the object of flattery by others.

"Okay!"

The waiter glanced at it, didn't mean to ask more, and turned around directly to arrange.

Mixed in the night game, there is no shortage of eyesight.

Whether this young master has a conflict with the next table, or is simply broad, it has nothing to do with him, just sell the wine anyway.

As for the trouble......

If you open a bar, when no one fights?

Jiang Qi sat next to Huo Quzhi, and the two faced the side of the next table.

"Brother Jiang, can you settle it?"

Huo Quzhi obviously asked if there was a disturbance for a while, whether it could be settled.

"In a sense, half of Changshan is my family."

Jiang Qi understood what Huo Qu's illness meant, but he still nodded indifferently, if I remember correctly, this bar also has Dad's shares.

In other words, this piece of land belongs to Comrade Lao Jiang.

"That's good."

Huo Quzhi smiled and nodded.

At this time, the waiter came over, followed by a bunch of waiters, and more than a dozen beauties with different appearances.

Huo Quzhi didn't even glance at the wine on the table, but just glanced at the rows of beauties in front of him.

Shake your head and wave your hand.

"Change the batch."

Huo Quzhi looks like a gentleman, which is his true colors for him.

In the waiter's expression, Huo Quzhi pointed to the next door.

"The ones at the next table are good."

"Let them come over and pole dance."

(End of chapter)