The words of the old man with white beard made Qin Mu a little angry. Even though his whole body was covered in a black cloak, the anger still emanated from him. Perhaps the innate momentum was eye-catching. Even though Qin Mu could no longer release a trace of energy, he still had to look at him.

"Oh, it doesn't look very good and has a bad temper." The old man with white beard felt the momentum emitted by Qin Mu, and couldn't help but look at him more and said.

Honglian gave Qin Mu a faint look and told him not to get so angry. She also felt strange. In fact, Qin Mu didn't look particularly powerful, but for some reason, Qin Mu actually gave her a feeling of fear.

"You never look down on it and never bring people outside in. Why are you so interested today?" The old man just glanced at Qin Mu and did not pay much attention. He wiped his wine glass and poured a glass of ice water in front of Honglian.

"Well, I suddenly became interested. What do you think?" Honglian leaned closer to the old man and said with a smile: "He can eat monster meat."

"Impossible!" The old man screamed, attracting many people's attention. They were surprised that the always steady leader had such an expression and had such a big reaction. However, when they saw Honglian, they became a little clear-headed. This deputy leader had never been at ease since joining.

Perhaps the old man felt that his reaction was too intense. He glanced at Qin Mu beside him in fear, then lowered his voice and said to Honglian next to him, "How is that possible? No one can eat the bodies of those bastards. The flesh of monsters is extremely poisonous to humans."

"You know my ability. The reason why this person is willing to follow me all the way is because of the monsters that were burned to death by me." Honglian said with a smile, as if she was confident in her heart, looked back at the white-bearded old man jokingly, and said, "Is this gift a surprise? Are these, plus him, enough to live a life of drunkenness?"

The old man stared at Honglian quietly for a while, finally shook his head, and seemed helpless to take out a colorful bottle from under the cabinet, took out a small wine glass that was only a sip, and poured out a glass.

"More, is that all?" Honglian stared at the colorful bottle, as if she was about to pounce on it in the next second. Qin Mu rarely saw such a longing expression on the face of this cold and violent woman.

The old man with white beard poured it quickly, then hid the bottle in his arms, and said nervously: "I really can't get more, just that, sister, if you drink too much this thing, it's all for you, that's all, this is the ancient immortal wine."

"What kind of fairy wine is just an ordinary thing." Qin Mu looked at the things in the hands of the old man with white beard and couldn't help but sneer. Although he didn't remember seeing this thing somewhere, Qin Mu happened to have a recipe for making wine in his head.

"Don't you have the right to speak?" The old man with white beard was furious and did not allow others to slander him. His beard was so angry that he was raised.

Qin Mu snorted lightly and stopped talking.

And the whole bar is silent, and the world has changed. In this world, except for Honglian who occasionally disobeys the old man's intentions, no one speaks like this in front of the old man, because those who speak like this are dead.

When the old man was about to get angry, Honglian stopped him and said, "I picked this person up on the road. I came over from the ruins there. I had some problems with my head. He couldn't remember anything, and he didn't even know what happened for hundreds of years, as if he had lost all his memories."

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up. He looked at Qin Mu carefully and said lightly: "Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the bar - he was really standing on the high table. When he got off the bar, he was less than half as tall as Qin Mu.

Qin Mu looked at Honglian, who nodded quietly at him, with a serious look on his face, but then his eyes were on the cup of drunkenness in front of him, with a rare desire in his expression.

Qin Mu followed the old man. Qin Mu noticed that the old man was not like the weak old men he had seen, with pale body, wrinkles on his hands and feet, and a slow gait. The old man had strong muscles, steady steps, and walked with great vigor. Apart from the hunchback and pure white hair, he could not tell that he looked like an old man.

Qin Mu followed the old man and talked secretly. The place they were going was the room behind the bar. There was a one-meter-square hole in the center of the room, and you could see the stairs at the entrance of the hole.

The old man had never said a word to Qin Mu during this period, but when he reached the entrance of the cave, he turned around, looked at Qin Mu deeply, frowned, and walked down the ladder without saying a word.

Of course, Qin Mu followed closely behind. For some reason, when he was taken by this old man, Qin Mu always felt something was wrong. He always felt that he was not just a simple strange old man, but even had a little more familiarity.

The compartment downstairs is very low, and Qin Mu can only walk with his back bent down after he gets down, which is completely convenient for the old man and does not consider the feelings of other people at all.

When Qin Mu went down, the old man had been rushing on a low table for a long time. When he turned around, he was wearing a pair of thick glasses and a heavy book in his hand.

Noting Qin Mu's embarrassment, he said a word lightly: "Sit."

Qin Mu looked at it and found that there were two fat pillows on the ground. This thing should be just a cushion, so he found one to sit down without saying a word.

This low partition looks like it can collapse at any time, but Qin Mu knew that like the small clinic in 2014, there were dense formations everywhere. The political office arranged by Chonghua could cause the entire house to be distorted and distorted. It would be great if the things arranged by the old man could collapse. You should know that this is hundreds of years later.

It was a few hundred years ago that it was the Dharma-Ending Age, and this time it was still an era of extinction. The psychics were probably clean now. Most people in this world are psychics.

Just as Qin Mu was staring at the old man's cellar and thinking about it, he could only hear the old man's voice, "Put your hand on the magic book."

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and saw the old man holding a heavy book like about three thick modern Chinese dictionaries in his hand, and said indifferently.
Chapter completed!