Inn man: ""

Mu Feng:"

It would be a pity for this guy to not win the Oscars.

If an ordinary person falls drunk on the table and cannot get up after a pot of wine, this is normal.

If you are an ordinary ghost, you will almost never fall to the ground after drinking a pot of wine.

But this guy is not an ordinary person, nor an ordinary ghost.

This guy is a ghost messenger registered and granted by the underworld.

How could a serious Yin Shen in the Underworld be knocked down by a pot of wine if he has magic power?

It can be seen from this that all this is a drama that is developed by exquisite acting skills to make the real ones fake.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to find out the information you want.

In fact, he also succeeded, digging out the inn guy's mouth in this way what he wanted to know, which the people in the town had been hiding closely.

As for whether I really have to listen to my friend’s advice to leave the town after sobering up.

How is that possible!

What did I say last night?

I've drunk too much, can't remember it!

The guy named Xiaojiu looked at the ghost man who was sleeping soundly on the table, and he looked speechless.

Just your alcohol content is enough, and you pour it out without a pot after drinking it, and you are still yelling to take two more pots?

If I really bring two more pots, won’t you be drunk until next year?

That's it, but as a guest at the inn, he naturally couldn't just let someone lie on the table like that.

Although this handsome guy is thin, he is not very strong.

I think so, I work as a guy in the inn and I have to do a lot of work every day, so my body is naturally exercised well.

He helped Master Zhao up with one hand and put the other person's shoulder on his shoulder. Xiaojiu supported the drunkard who was drunk as he was still yelling to come upstairs with two more pots of sleep.

Below, Mu Feng and the others looked at each other, with an interesting look in their eyes.

This Zhuxian Town is indeed very lively.

Even the ghost messenger was recruited, and it seemed quite tricky.

Several people were having dinner and communicating. Soon, the inn's staff took Mr. Zhao to the room upstairs and walked down the stairs.

After nodding to Mu Feng and the others, the inn began to clean up the endgame at another table.

After delivering the leftover dishes to the kitchen, Xiaojiu, who had wiped the table, was about to rest when he heard the screams of guests on another table.

"Man, come here after you finish your work."

Hearing Mu Feng's voice, the guy wiped his hands, which were stained with some oil, and walked over with his eyebrows down.

"Master, what are your instructions?"

"My man, I ask you, what you just told Mr. Zhao is true?"

Looking at this guy who can make a living by relying on his face, Mu Feng asked seriously.

Upon hearing this, the guy's face changed.

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"Haha! My ears are born with strong hearing. The conversation between you and Mr. Zhao has been passed into my ears with a word of decline."

Upon hearing this, the guy Xiaojiu looked bitter.

"Master! Let me tell you the truth, those words are all true.

I am a person who likes to drink, and I can't help it when I get drunk.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have told Mr. Zhao about this.

So, whoever dares to stay in our Zhuxian Town for a long time will have to be scared away? Then where will we get the business?

So, the shopkeeper doesn't let him talk about this at all.

Moreover, the town has warned that this matter cannot be spread, otherwise a major disaster will come.

"oh?"

A flash of light flashed in Mu Feng's eyes.

"What else? Didn't there be many dead? Everyone is like this?"

"Of course not!"

Shaking his head, Xiaojiu said negatively.

“Although I have seen not every one, I have seen more than a dozen.

Some of the dead faces were bitten beyond recognition, some had their chests cut away, and some had their heads bitten off by something.

That's miserable!"

As if thinking of that kind of tragic situation, Xiaojiu couldn't help but shook her head with sympathy.

"There are different deaths?"

Without following regret, Mu Feng asked with certainty.

Looking at the expression on Mu Feng's face, Xiaojiu thought for a while and shook her head.

"We can't say that there are different ones, there are also different ones!"

Nodded, Mu Feng did not ask this again, but instead asked another question.
Chapter completed!