Old man Zhou said as a matter of course: "Don't forget, what does the shopkeeper of this shop do, in the face of this foreigner, do you think he will let it go?"

The tea friend at the same table gasped: "Hey, Lanruo Temple?"

Old man Zhou's expression was serious: "It's very likely." ”

Old man Deng thought thoughtfully: "This can come back, he is a ruthless man! So, his body injury was caused by the monster of the temple?"

Old man Zhou nodded and said: "Eighty percent is, I saw it just now, the blood on his body is still green, and some wounds are bitten, it is likely that he fought with that group of monsters, it seems that that those monsters are probably not having a good time." ”

The tea friend at the same table had a serious expression: "Then you say, will he retaliate against this shop when he comes back this time." ”

There was also a horse and a beautiful woman, but now they came back alone, still covered in wounds, and it was inevitable that they would not think too much.

Old man Deng and Old Man Zhou changed color at the same time, glanced at each other, and Old Man Zhou patted his head: "Alas, I forgot to do something, say goodbye!"

After saying that, put the money on the table and leave.

Old man Deng covered his knees: "Alas. My old cold leg has a seizure, no, no, I want to go back. ”

Watching the two of them leave quickly, the tea friends at the same table widened their eyes, reacted for a moment, and hurriedly put the money on the table and left.

Not only the three of them, but also the other guests left, and a small half of the people in the inn left.

And the rest, some didn't care, some didn't care so much, they were reluctant to spend the money before, and continued to stay.

......

Devil Cry soaked in a basin of hot water, washing the blood from his body, and at the same time took a borrowed knife, picked open the scar, and took out the arrow stuck in the flesh.

Yesterday night, because the situation forced it, so many arrows were too late to be taken out.

By the time he had finished treating his wounds and washed the blood stains on his body, he came out with a bathtub of water that had been completely dyed red.

I picked up the clean clothes that the guy had prepared and put them on my body, and I immediately felt comfortable.

The fire in the charcoal basin was blazing, the incense burner was bubbling with aroma, and the cold wind from the window blew in, blocked by the screen. Behind the screen, Oni Cry sat at the table, drinking hot wine and eating his meal, feeling the gradual recovery of his strength, and there was an indescribable comfort.

There was a knock on the door, and the ghost cried, "Come in." ”

The guy who was a distant relative of the shopkeeper pushed the door in with a bitter face: "Uncle, why are you back again?"

Ghost Cry chewed the donkey meat in his mouth, swallowed it in his stomach, and asked with a sneer, "What, you're not welcome?"

Fear flashed in the man's eyes, he regretted it in his heart, and waved his hand again and again: "Where, where, the little one sees that you are injured, don't you care about you!"

"Sometimes, if you want to live a little longer, you have to keep your mouth shut. The chopsticks in Ghost Cry's hand tossed and turned on the plate: "There are some things that I haven't settled with you yet, and you should know it yourself." ”

The man's scalp was numb for a while, if the ghost cried and really asked him to settle accounts, he really couldn't stop it, so he cried with a sad face, and opened his mouth to sell the shopkeeper: "That's not a small one, it's the shopkeeper!"

"Alright, alright. Ghost Cry waved his hand and said, "Just do your thing, and don't worry about some idle things." ”

The guy nodded again and again: "Got it, the little one promises to be deaf and blind." ”

The ghost cried and asked, "I don't have any money on me, can I take credit?"

The guy patted his chest and said, "Uncle wants to take as much credit as he wants." ”

Ghost Cry finally put down the chopsticks that were tumbling on the plate and asked, "No human flesh, right?"

The guy hurriedly said, "How dare you add human flesh to the uncle's dishes!"

"Hmm. Ghost Cry nodded: "Busy with your go." ”

The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved outside, and the two men walked in and got busy.

By the time Devil Cried had finished eating, the blood stains on the floor had been cleaned, the bathtub had been taken away, and the bedding on the bed had been replaced with a new one.

The guy went to the backyard and knocked on a door.

The door was opened, and it was opened by a young woman, the "daughter" of the shopkeeper, who was silent and turned sideways to get out of the way.

The man walked in, through the chapel, to the bedroom.

The shopkeeper sat on the bed, covered his legs with a quilt, the little fox rolled on the bed, and the shopkeeper looked at the little fox's naughty appearance with a smile on his face.

"Uncle. The man called softly, he was a distant relative of the shopkeeper, and according to his generation, he was a nephew, so he naturally called him uncle in private.

"You're here!" the shopkeeper said, teasing the little fox with his fingers, the little fox wrapped around his hand, and the shopkeeper's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile: "Look, my son and I don't look like each other?"

How can a fox look like a person, the guy didn't know how to answer, so he had to complain: "I think my cousin is more like his mother." ”

The shopkeeper was not angry, but nodded in agreement: "Yes, I'm not as ugly as me, I'm as beautiful as my mother, but my personality is the same as mine, and I've been naughty since I was a child." ”

A puppy has been naughty since he was a child, the guy thought to himself, and muttered, "It looks like it's fucking biological." ”

He said this sentence in a small voice, and the shopkeeper didn't hear it clearly, so he raised his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. The guy hurriedly said, "The man who called Ghost Cry has no plans to settle accounts with us at the moment." ”

The shopkeeper's brows furrowed: "You said, what did he do when he was injured?"

"What else can you do, it's nothing more than a fight with the monsters in Lanruo Temple. "If someone else can see it, the guy can see it naturally, and it will be a little bit clearer.

It is precisely because of this that every time I approach the ghost cry, I am terrified. can fight with the group of monsters in Lanruo Temple and retreat with his whole body, if you really want to kill him, you can press him to death with one finger.

Speaking of this, the guy was a little worried: "Uncle, we are in a bad situation!"

The shopkeeper also nodded in agreement: "Since he went to Lanruo Temple, Miss Hong'er and our contact has been cut off, the night before yesterday when Miss Cainiang came to inquire about the trace of the ghost cry, I asked Miss Hong'er's news, she didn't answer, but looking at her expression, it must be very likely that something happened." And the ghost crying first came back covered in burns, and then disappeared after healing the injury, let Miss Cainiang come to ask, and now come back with injuries, obviously fought with monsters, must have offended Lanruo Temple, when the monsters of Lanruo Temple came over, what should we do?"

The guy also had a headache, and thought for a while: "When the time comes, we will definitely have to stand on the side of Lanruo Temple, no matter how hard he cries, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of a group of monsters." ”

The shopkeeper nodded, but his brows still did not loosen, and said, "But if they fight, our inn will be gone, how should this be?"

The guy frowned, and he couldn't think of a way.

After a while, the shopkeeper finally made a decision, and said, "This way, Niu'er, the inn will be handed over to you in the next few days, and I will go out for a run and think of a way." ”

The guy's surname is Deng, and his big name is Deng Niuer.

"Uncle, please rest assured, the inn will be handed over to me, and I promise to help you take care of this inn." Deng Niu'er patted her chest, grinned on her face, and scolded in her heart: Run away whenever something happens, the old thing of the dog day.

Obviously, the shopkeeper is not a dog's day, but a ......

The guy didn't dare to say it, he watched the shopkeeper jump out of bed vigorously, pack his luggage, and go up to help with interest.