Actually, Wang Ling felt that he really wasn't a stingy person. Money should be spent where it should be spent, and not a penny where it shouldn't be spent. This was the economic view of consumption that Wang Ling had developed since he was a child under the guidance of Father and Mother Wang. A haircut was just a trivial matter, and Wang Ling was more willing to spend the money on crispy noodle snacks.
He had recently heard that Little Raccoon had released a new flavor, which was indigowoad mustard. Wang Ling planned to buy a packet to try it out. If he could save the money for this haircut, he could buy a few more packets!
After a moment of silence in the barbershop, the apprentice brother whom Wang Ling had called out had an incredulous expression on his face. He turned to Wang Ling and bowed solemnly. "Thank you for your trust in me! I will definitely do my best! "
Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then found a place to sit down.
Everyone around him also looked at Wang Ling strangely … because apprentice hairdressers were actually very frightening existences. They were no less frightening than a new intern nurse in a hospital. The only difference was that one would stick needles into your skin, while the other would dig into your scalp.
Wang Ling was probably the only one who had the guts to do this …
This was probably the apprentice brother's first time cutting a customer's hair. Holding the electric razor in his hand, a few drops of cold sweat trickled down the corners of his eyebrows. He looked a little nervous, like an inexperienced little sister who was about to offer her first time. "I … I'm going to start."
It was just a buzz cut; he just needed to clean the sides and the back … it wasn't that hard!
The apprentice brother comforted himself, but the moment the electric razor touched Wang Ling's scalp, his hand trembled!
In a flash, the back of Wang Ling's head was shaved bald …
Little brother: "…"
The boss: "…"
Wang Ling rubbed his bald scalp and shook his head. Then, the hair there actually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and very quickly, he turned from a Wu Ke into a Saiyan …
The boss and his companions were stupefied. "…" What the hell?! There was this kind of operation?
After about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barbershop without a hitch.
The boss grabbed Wang Ling. "Zhenren, don't go!"
Then, Wang Ling saw the boss take out two hundred yuan from his trouser pocket and stuff it into Wang Ling's hand.
Wang Ling: "???"
The boss pointed behind him at the hair strewn all over the floor, and looked at Wang Ling gratefully. "Thank you, Spiritual Master, for providing my shop with hair … the quality of immortal hair is really too good, it can be made into a high-class wig! This 200 yuan is the market price for hair. I hope that Daoist Master will come often in the future! "
Wang Ling: "…"
…
…
Wang Ling combed his hair and went home, his pockets full of half-price crispy noodle snacks. This time, he had shaved his head and picked up two hundred yuan for free, replenishing his stock of crispy noodle snacks.
When he got home, he found that there were a lot of people in the house today.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu were waiting in the living room, and the old man very politely served them a bowl of mung bean soup. In the summer, old people had the habit of boiling mung bean soup to relieve internal heat. When Old Man Wang was young, his mung bean soup was a star dish in restaurants. There was a limited supply every day, and even a bowl was hard to come by …
However, it was a pity that these two fools did not know how to cherish or be grateful. Staring blankly at this bowl of mung bean soup, they started to ponder the meaning of the mung beans in it. In just a short while, they could even clearly count how many mung beans there were in the bowl.
Song Qingshu actually didn't have this problem at first, but after following Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal for a few days, he had been led astray …
"Brother Ling!" Seeing Wang Ling appear, Grenade-Throwing cupped his fists politely. Next to him, Song Qingshu also stood up and saluted, calling him Ling Zhenren.
The old man didn't care about Wang Ling; he still had to catch up on his TV series! Seeing that Wang Ling had arrived, he hurriedly waved his hand and said to the two of them, "Well … there's more in the pot of mung bean soup. If it's not enough, I'll go get more. You guys talk first."
"Okay, thank you, great senior!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said sternly and nodded.
At the same time, he was deep in thought: I definitely have to take the mung bean soup home later and carefully study its mysteries! Maybe after drinking this soup, I'll have hope of reaching the Void Refinement stage!
Wang Ling: "…"
Returning to the topic at hand, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat on the sofa and looked at Wang Ling as he said, "Brother Ling, I came to look for you this time because I have good news! Thanks to Little Song this time, we've found the whereabouts of the maker of the stone ghost mask! "
Song Qingshu echoed him. "I only provided a little clue, but thanks to Senior Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and that Senior Black, they were able to pinpoint the location based on the clue."
Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded. In the end, Song Qingshu still fulfilled his promise and didn't go back on his word. If they could find the maker of the stone ghost mask, it meant that the matter of the stone ghost mask would come to an end very soon. As for Mo Immortal Castle, which had been trying to use the mask to secretly rise to power, their plot would also be completely ruined.
Of course, this was the ideal situation.
In fact, Wang Ling was also very curious about the identity of the maker of the mask.
"According to the location Little Black gave me, the maker isn't far from here." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened the location message that Little Black had sent him, which clearly indicated the distance between the two points, which was eight hundred kilometers.
An ordinary cultivator would be able to reach this distance in twenty minutes on a flying sword.
Wang Ling cupped his chin as he looked at the coordinates that Little Black had sent him, and slowly frowned. The more he looked, the more he felt that this place was a little familiar …
"Brother Ling, don't worry, Little Black found this place after repeated calculations and verification. Combined with my great magic power, there's absolutely no mistake!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal vowed solemnly.
But Wang Ling had a bad feeling about this, and his eyelids started to twitch again.
It was a one-star disaster alert; who knew what on earth would happen …
Wang Ling had Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu put their hands on his shoulders, and then with a "swish," the three of them simultaneously teleported in the direction of the coordinates.
Right after that, a somewhat old-school restaurant that looked like it was on the verge of collapsing appeared in front of them.
Looking at the huge words "Midnight Dining Hall" on a horizontal board hanging from the entrance, Wang Ling was lost in deep thought … damn! Why was it this place?!
Could it be that this restaurant owner used to be a smith? From a smith to a chef … Wang Ling felt that this was even more ridiculous than being a crossover singer!
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at the twitching expression on Wang Ling's long-lost poker face, and couldn't help feeling a little curious. "Brother Ling, it seems that you've been here before?"
The melodious singing in the restaurant rang out one after another: This is the person I deeply love and think about day and night …
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