Luonan Town, Yuelai Inn.
Su Baiyi looked at the four words on the plaque and murmured, "This inn has a story."
Zhao Xiaqiu also looked up at the plaque: "What does Mr. Su mean? I don't quite understand."
"Don't you like reading novels or stories?" Su Baiyi asked puzzledly.
Zhao Xiaqiu thought about it and shook his head, saying, "There is no such trend in Demon City."
Su Baiyi sighed, "I advise everyone, no matter where you stay, don't stay in this inn. Don't be fooled by its ordinary name, but it is actually a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. Its terrifying status in the martial arts world is second only to that of the Dragon Gate Inn."
Zhao Xiaqiu was still puzzled: "But this town only has this one inn. If you want to stay in another inn, you have to go to the next town, but it's fifty miles away, and it's already dark..."
"Alas." Su Baiyi shook his head and said, "Sure enough, all stories start like this. It seems that it is inevitable in the end."
"Why are you talking so much?" Nangong Xier became impatient and pushed Su Baiyi in. "I think you've read too many novels and stories by Senior Brother Zhou. How can you just walk into an inn and..."
Su Baiyi raised his head and was stunned for a moment. Nangong Xier, who was halfway through her words, followed him in and also froze in place.
"Can these people... disguise themselves?" Su Baiyi's mouth twitched slightly.
The inn was full of people of all kinds, carrying swords and knives, looking ferocious. As soon as the three people stepped in, they immediately turned their heads and stared at them fiercely. Some of them almost popped their eyes out, while some of them didn't open their eyes wide enough, but fortunately there was only one eye, and the one-eyed temperament made him look more ruthless.
Zhao Xiaqiu seemed not to notice it, and led the two of them to sit in the center. Under everyone's gaze, he cleared his throat and said, "Waiter!"
The trembling waiter came forward and said, "Three... three guests, what would you like?"
"Two rooms, clean them up. Another plate of steamed buns and some side dishes." Zhao Xia Qiu said calmly.
The waiter stammered, "We... our store has a... signature carved wine, would you like... a pot of it?"
"I'm afraid they've been poisoned, so I don't want it." Nangong Xier shook her head and refused, "Also, please don't poison the buns and side dishes, otherwise I'll be very angry."
"Okay... okay." The waiter ran down quickly.
Nangong Xier shrugged helplessly, then turned her head slightly, only to find a pale and somewhat scary face facing her, and exclaimed: "What are you doing?"
The man was dressed as a scholar, wearing a somewhat funny white-rimmed hat. His face seemed to be smeared with women's powder, which made him look extremely pale. He looked at Nangong Xier and smiled exaggeratedly: "The girl is so beautiful, I fell in love with her at first sight. What is the secret knowledge of the magic sect? I am willing to give it to everyone. I just ask you to leave this girl to me, how about it?"
Nangong Xier frowned slightly: "Ghost scholar?"
"Eh~~~ah!" The scholar suddenly changed his tone, as if he was singing an opera, "Girl, you have good eyesight!"
Nangong Xier didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's exactly the same as the legend."
"The ghost scholar sounds like a very powerful person." Su Baiyi said with a smile as he looked at the strange scholar.
"You like to rip out people's intestines while singing Kunqu opera. You are really amazing." Nangong Xier curled her lips, seeming to be a little disgusted.
"Ghost scholar, if you only want this girl, step back." A heavy voice came. Su Baiyi raised his head and saw a tall, bearded middle-aged man pushing the crowd away and walking forward. The man was wearing a bright red official uniform and was very conspicuous.
Su Baiyi held a pair of chopsticks and pointed at the middle-aged man and shook it for a while: "Don't say anything first, let me guess your name... Are you called Ghost Judge?"
The man glared angrily: "The judge is already a creature of the underworld, why add the word 'ghost' to it!"
"Then you are..." Su Baiyi asked confusedly.
"Blood Judge, the book is done." Nangong Xier said.
Su Baiyi scratched his head: "Senior Sister, are we really entering the Yuelai Inn? Why do I feel like I've entered the underworld?"
"Bang." Zhao Xia Qiu slammed the table hard.
At least half of the people in the inn were startled and drew their weapons.
Nangong Xier also immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to fight at any time, while Su Baiyi quietly pulled Nangong Xier's collar.
"What's wrong?" Nangong Xier was puzzled.
"Senior Sister, you are too absorbed in the drama again..." Su Baiyi leaned close to Nangong Xier's ear and whispered, "When the time comes, we will take advantage of their fight and sneak away."
"Oh, yes." Nangong Xier blushed slightly and let go of the hilt of the sword.
"Where are the steamed buns? Why haven't they come up yet?" Zhao Xia Qiu said angrily.
"Come... come... come." The waiter heard the call and walked forward tremblingly with a lunch box in his hand, placing a plate of steamed buns and a few side dishes in front of them.
"After so many days, we can finally sit down and have a good meal. Don't ruin your mood." Zhao Xiaqiu took the lead in picking up the chopsticks. Nangong Xier and Su Baiyi looked at each other, and no longer paid attention to the fierce and evil people around them, and followed them to eat. As Zhao Xiaqiu said, they really haven't had a good meal for a long time. Although there are powerful enemies around now, they don't feel any pressure at all for them who have fought with Bai Jile, the owner of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower. They eat with gusto and soon clear out the food in front of them.
The people around just watched silently, their faces turning red and white, many people almost couldn't hold back and took action, but were stopped by their companions. There were many hidden talents in the inn now, and whoever took the first action might become a stepping stone for others.
"For some reason, eating here gives me a feeling of being home." Zhao Xia Qiu put down his chopsticks and said with a smile.
"Why?" Su Baiyi asked.
"In the Demon City, there is also a riot of demons." Zhao Xia Qiu stood up and looked around.
"Excuse me, which hero in Demon City you are!" someone asked in the corner.
"Waiter!" Zhao Xia Qiu shouted again.
The waiter was about to cry. You can beat me if you want, why do you keep yelling at me? He cried out, "Sir, what's wrong?"
"Is the room tidy?" Zhao Xiaqiu asked.
"You can go upstairs anytime." The waiter was stunned. It's already like this, and he still wants to stay in the hotel
"Okay." Zhao Xia Qiu nodded. "Let's go upstairs." After saying that, he took Nangong Xier and Su Baiyi and left. Those ferocious monsters still didn't dare to take the lead, and they watched them go up to the second floor.
"Do you really want to rest here?" Su Baiyi asked.
"The journey to Demon City is long, and we can't sleep in the carriage all the time." Zhao Xia Qiu replied indifferently.
"These are the two guest rooms." The waiter stepped back timidly.
"Okay." Zhao Xia Qiu walked to the inner guest room, pushed open the door and walked in, but quickly took a few steps back and walked out of the door. He looked at the door of another guest room where Su Baiyi and Nangong Xier were standing together.
Zhao Xiaqiu pointed a finger at himself in confusion: "Aren't I and Master Su the same room?"