Chapter 732

Beside the official road of Mount Baili, under the afterglow of the setting sun, withered vines, old trees, and dusky crows appeared desolate and vicissitudes of life.

In the middle of a few old trees, there was a simple and dilapidated inn. It had two entrances, the green tiles were broken, and the yellow soil on the walls was exposed. From time to time, flies would buzz out of the inn and rush in without hesitation, making the thirsty and hungry pedestrians who were ready to feast lose their appetites.

A bewitching and enchanting woman was sitting by the window sill in front of the door. She wore a yellow gown and had an old golden hairpin in her hair. She was waving a round fan in boredom. She looked at the official road that was empty because of the approaching dusk. She muttered, "Recently, the two countries have been at war. There have been few passersby for several days. If this goes on, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to survive, let alone earn some money for cosmetics. Do I have to go back to my old business?"

A brown-robed man with a murderous aura, a ferocious glint in his eyes, and arms and legs as thick as a club walked over. He said in a hoarse and rough voice, "The situation is tense during this period of time, and there are many experts of the imperial court near the battlefield. We have to endure it for the time being. Heh, there are many people in the city asking me why I can't sell my delicious and creamy top-grade secret water beef this month?"

"You won't go back to them directly. The soldiers have blocked the nearby area, so the 'water buffalo' can't be transported in!" The enchanting woman replied angrily. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, "Husband, there's a guest."

The sky gradually darkened. A wandering Taoist priest slowly walked over from the dim yellow road. He was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a young face. He was carrying a big bag on his back.

The brown-clothed man, Zhang Yuan, saw the Taoist priest from afar and spat, "A broken ox nose. I'm afraid there won't be any profit."

"Hehe, husband, didn't you just say to endure it for the time being? Why did you think of the profits? "Madam Zhang said with a smile.

Zhang Yuan scratched his head, "I'm used to it. But then again, the ox nose will probably only order a few steamed buns and a pot of tea. He won't even earn much by raising the price. "

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. Quickly go to the back and wait. Don't scare people away with your appearance. " Madam Zhang's eyes narrowed. Seeing that the young wandering Daoist was about to approach them, she hurriedly tidied up her clothes and said, "Sir, are you looking for a place to stay? The sky is already dark. If we walk to the county town, I'm afraid it will be midnight. Our Zhang Family Inn is a century-old inn in the surrounding villages. Our goods are genuine and fair. "

The green-robed young Taoist priest looked around and frowned slightly. Then, he stepped inside and said, "I'll make do for the night. Give this poor Taoist four steamed buns and a pot of tea."

Madam Zhang secretly cursed in her heart, "You coward, you can only afford to eat plain tea and steamed buns, yet you still dare to disdain this old lady's inn. If I didn't want to avoid the limelight, I would like to have a taste of your soft and tender flesh tonight!"

Although she was cursing in her heart, Madam Zhang still had a charming smile on her face. She led the green-clothed Daoist into the shop and wiped the table a few times. "Dear customer, please sit down. Steamed buns and tea will be served shortly."

The green-robed young Taoist priest nodded. He took the bundle from his back and placed it on a bench. Then, he sat down next to it.

When the bundle was placed on the bench, it unexpectedly caused the bench to sink slightly. Seeing this, Madam Zhang's eyes couldn't help but focus and a bit of heat appeared in them. Using the excuse of rushing the steamed buns and tea, she quickly walked to the back courtyard and turned into the kitchen.

"Husband, husband! It's a big fat sheep! "Madam Zhang tried to lower her voice, but she couldn't hide the eagerness in her voice.

The kitchen was a mess. Flies were flying everywhere, especially on a piece of meat hanging in the corner. There was a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Yuan waved the cloth in his hand to drive away the flies. The meat was faintly visible. It looked like an eight or nine year old child. Without the legs and hands, only a small part of the body was left, "A big fat sheep?" Wife, did you see it carefully? "He was also a bit excited.

"Even if I haven't seen a hundred taels of gold on the bench, it's at least eighty. There's definitely a bag of gold inside!" Madam Zhang patted her chest and said with certainty.

Zhang Yuan rushed out of the kitchen and peeked behind the curtain. He turned around and said greedily, "Such a big bag. There must be a few hundred taels of gold inside! It's worth more than ten years of hard work! "

"Husband, should we do it? Or not?! "Madam Zhang's voice was trembling. She was worried, but she was more excited.

Zhang Yuan smiled sinisterly, "It's already dark. No one will know. What are we afraid of? Besides, if we do this, we won't have to worry about wealth even if we flee far away! "He walked back to the kitchen and asked," Where's the leftover knockout drug? "

"Here, here." Madam Zhang took out a palm-sized yellow paper bag from the rice jar and handed it over, "I've been hiding for a while. There's still a lot left."

Zhang Yuan took it and poured some fine white powder into the tea. He shook the tea vigorously and made sure that there was no trace of the powder. Then, he picked up the steamed buns and handed them to Madam Zhang, "Quickly give them to the young Daoist."

Madam Zhang smiled brightly and seductively. She walked to the young Daoist and said in a coy voice, "Sir, here are your four steamed buns and a pot of tea."

The young Daoist glanced at her and said, "Put them down. Don't disturb him."

After putting down the steamed buns and tea, Madam Zhang gritted her teeth and went back behind the curtain, "Is this Daoist blind? I'll teach you a lesson later! "

Then, the two of them hid behind the curtain and quietly opened a gap to watch the young Daoist eat and drink.

"Why is he only eating steamed buns and not drinking water?!" Madam Zhang complained in a low voice as she waited anxiously.

"Okay, okay, okay. Drink the tea!" Zhang Yuan finally saw the young Daoist pour a cup of tea and drink it in one gulp. His tone was full of joy.

Madam Zhang incessantly muttered, "Fall! Pour! Pour! " However, after waiting for a while, the young Daoist was still eating the steamed buns in high spirits. Madam Zhang looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously and asked, "Husband, why hasn't the knockout drug taken effect yet?"

Zhang Yuan's killing intent became stronger and stronger, so he also became more and more impatient while waiting. After hearing Madam Zhang's question, he cursed in a low voice, "That wastrel, is the knockout drug you bought fake?"

"I used it once half a month ago. Wasn't it quite effective?" Madam Zhang felt wronged. Usually, she was the one scolding Zhang Yuan, and she had never been scolded by him.

Zhang Yuan looked outside and said, "Take another pot of tea with something extra. Tell him that today is the 100th anniversary of our Zhang Inn's opening. I've specially given him a pot of tea."

After adding the knockout drug, Madam Zhang became suspicious. She wanted to test the effect of the drug, so she took a small sip.

"How is it? Is it effective?" Zhang Yuan asked anxiously.

Madam Zhang felt dizzy and quickly drank two mouthfuls of cold water to recover. "Good, it's surprisingly good!"

"Perhaps the young Daoist has a special physique." Zhang Yuan guessed.

After Madam Zhang returned with the pot of tea, the two of them continued to hide behind the curtain and peek.

However, after a quarter of an hour, the young Daoist didn't feel dizzy at all. Instead, he took out a Daoist scripture and read it while shaking his head.

"Did he meet a master?" Madam Zhang's heart was beating like a drum.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and said with certainty, "I'm also a second-rate master. Although I can't beat those masters, I can still recognize them. Look at that young Daoist. He looks fair and tender, and he doesn't seem to have any kung fu when he walks. He should be an ordinary person. Besides, if he was a master, he would have found out about the knockout drug and come to settle the score with us. "

Under the influence of greed, they all liked to find all kinds of excuses to strengthen their confidence and turned a blind eye to many flaws.

The night was already dark, and a cold wind blew into the inn. The cold wind brought a hint of gloominess.

Madam Zhang had done countless evil deeds. Although she didn't seem to care, deep inside her heart, there was always a bit of softness. Every time she heard people talking about ghosts, she would be very scared.

She was blown by the cold and gloomy wind. She saw that the black-robed cultivator outside had drunk two pots of sweaty tea but was eating steamed buns and reading scriptures as if nothing had happened. She suddenly had a terrifying thought to scare herself. She said with a trembling voice, "Master, do you think we'll run into ghosts who will come to take revenge?"

Zhang Yuan didn't think about this, but after his wife reminded him, he couldn't help but feel scared. He forced himself to calm down and said, "Look at the shadow under his feet. He's definitely not an evil spirit!"

"But it's still very strange. How about we just forget about this deal?" Madam Zhang suggested in fear.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment. When he was about to agree, he suddenly saw the young Daoist's body sway and suddenly fall to the side. The package hit the ground, making a crisp sound. There was a gap in the package, which was shining with a golden light.

Zhang Yuan's breathing became heavy and his greed became more intense. His killing intent almost reached its peak. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ghosts and the like are most afraid of people with strong killing intent and evil spirits. If that Daoist isn't a ghost, then I won't let him go!"

He picked up the broad axe, lifted the curtain, and strode outside. Madam Zhang carefully followed behind him.

The young Daoist was lying on the table. Zhang Yuan quickly went behind him and swung the broad axe with a strong killing intent. With a swish, the young Daoist's head was chopped off.

As the axe was swung, Zhang Yuan and Madam Zhang collapsed on the ground as if their strength had been sucked out.

The two of them thought that it was because they were too nervous and exhausted. They looked at each other and smiled, feeling relieved. That Daoist wasn't an evil spirit!

Madam Zhang stretched out her hand and opened the package.

But just at this moment, a gust of chilly wind blew past and blew out the oil lamp. The interior of the inn immediately became gloomy and gloomy, and after the parcel was opened, there was no gold, but a pile of shining white paper money.

Zhang Yuan and Madam Zhang's faces turned pale. Cold sweat dripped down like rain. Their hearts were beating so fast that it seemed like they were about to jump out of their chests.

Another sound came from the side. The two of them were dumbfounded and subconsciously looked over. They saw the young Daoist's headless body fumble for the head and put it on his neck. After fiddling with it a few times, the head was restored to its original state with a click.

The young Daoist looked at the two of them with a faint smile on his face.

Zhang Yuan and Madam Zhang wanted to make a sound, but their voices were muffled in their chests. Their feces, urine, and snot flowed out, and they fell to the ground. They were scared to death!

Shi Xuan played with the scarlet Human Killing Intent in his palm. Sure enough, the stronger the killing intent, the better.