It's noon.

The business of Yuelai Inn is just right.

The waiter or the boss lady who was not enthusiastic came out to greet them.

But there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by money.

If so, add more silver.

When Xiao Baozi smashed two ingots of silver on the counter of the boss's wife, Li Chenan and others were immediately treated with the warmest hospitality.

"A Niu, you are such a blind eye!"

The fat boss's wife behind the counter glared, "Have you seen the distinguished guest come?"

"Why don't you take the distinguished guest's horse out of the stable and feed it with the best ingredients!"

"Wang Shi, take the guests to the room upstairs!"

"After a while, you will send it to the room to the room... add more charcoal to the stove in the room!"

After giving instructions, the fat boss lady smiled and said to Xiao Baozi: "This female hero, you must have come to participate in the 60th birthday of Zhou Dashanren, right?"

Xiao Baozi nodded.

The fat boss's wife hurriedly said, "I'm going to hide it from all the heroes, our Zhou Dali has accumulated good deeds throughout our lives, so there are many friends in the world. He has a birthday, and there are so many heroes from all over the world. I'm here to go to the room..."

She leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "I only have the two remaining rooms left. As for the price..."

Xiao Baozi's slender eyes didn't blink.

She understands.

She took out a silver note from her arms and took it in front of the fat boss's wife.

"One hundred taels of silver, we want to live here..."

She said to Li Chenan, who said, "Three days!"

"Yes, we're going to stay here for three days!"

The fat boss lady happily took the silver note and said happily: "Okay, it's just that the heroine lives in one room by herself, and the rest... it's really a bit crowded for six people to live in one room."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Xiao Baozi: "That's it."

"Ah... OK, Wang Shi, take the guests to Dongyi East and Second Room for rest. Guests need something to eat to deliver to the guests soon!"

Li Chenan and his party were about to follow the waiter upstairs, but an impatient voice suddenly came from the door:

"Genggugugugugugu, where are you beggars? You are also begging for a coffin carrying you, which is bad luck!"

When Li Chenan heard this, he stopped and turned around.

Then he saw a boy standing at the door with a black coffin on his back.

The most eye-catching thing is of course that coffin.

It's very long.

It's a little longer than an ordinary coffin.

It's very old.

It seems to have been built for a long time, so that its paint water is a bit mottled.

Then Li Chenan turned to the boy carrying the coffin.

Perhaps because of the reason why he was carrying this coffin that was too long, his back was slightly hunched.

The coffin was tied to his body with a hemp rope, and it was tied very tightly, which made it difficult for him to straighten his waist.

He was wearing an equally pitch-black short jacket, a gray-white cloth towel tied around his waist, and a short knife about two feet away from each other.

A black scarf was also wrapped around his forehead.

Black scarf tied his hair backwards and exposed his somewhat wide-looking forehead.

So this made his face look a little longer, even longer than Amu's knife-like face.

But on this long face, there were two thick eyebrows as sharp as swords!

There were eyes under the thick eyebrows that seemed to be not much spirit, but actually had a restrained divine light.

Coupled with the nose that was like a gallbladder, and the thin lips under the nose, the combination of facial features on this long face has a cold and handsome smell.

This is a pretty good teenager.

Li Chenan laughed.

His name is Xiaoqin.

Qinjian Villa.

But Li Chenan felt something strange was...

Xiaoqin came from outside the pass with a coffin on her back, and was about to come to Zhouzhuang and come to Zhouzhuang to find revenge on Zhou Dali people, the news has long been spread to the world.

Zhou Dashan must have known that he should have asked people from the world to kill this young man named Xiaoqin on his way down the south of the Yangtze River.

But this young man actually came to Zhouzhuang!

He still carried the coffin on his back.

His limbs were healthy and intact.

He killed those killers?

Or did Zhou Dashanren not take him seriously at all?

Li Chenan didn't know.

At least the people in the inn are just playing Xiaoqin, and no one wants to attack this young man.

However, Xiang Xiaoqin's eyes were mostly joking. Perhaps they all knew about this, and perhaps they all knew about the arrangements of Zhou Dashanren.

In their eyes, this young man is roughly no different from a dead man.

Xiaoqin stood at the door and was a little restrained by the waiter's roar.

He seems not very used to it.

Or a little shy.

He spoke, his voice was a little low, but his words were clear:

"I'm not a beggar."

“I stay in a hotel.”

"Just stay for one night."

"I have silver."

The waiter was happy, "It's okay to give money to stay in the hotel, but it's not possible!"

"You can come in, your coffin...it's found a place to bury it."

Xiaoqin shook her head: "People want to stay in a hotel, and the coffin also needs to stay in a hotel... In addition, there are no dead people in this coffin, so there are no ghosts."

At this time, the fat boss lady stood up.

The expression on his face was a little nervous: "This young hero, it's not that our store is not for you to stay, but that our store is full of customers and there are no rooms. I want many heroes to go to other inns?"

Xiaoqin lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "I have been to other inns, all of which are full."

He suddenly raised his head, his words were still very low but sincere:

"Just give me a room, even if it is a stable or a woodshed, I will give the silver according to the price of the room."

When the fat boss lady heard this, she was entangled for a moment and stretched out her two short and thick fingers: "Two taels of silver, wood, no bed, no quilt, and no stove."

"If you want to live, stay, leave if you don't."

Xiaoqin didn't leave.

Because I don’t know if all the inns in Zhouzhuang are really full or they dare not let him stay, they all rejected him.

He has been traveling for nearly half a year.

Killed a lot of people.

He is very tired.

He needs a break.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He only has one night to rest.

His hand reached into his arms and took out a small gray cloth bag.

He poured all the things in the small cloth bag on the counter, with only a corner of silver, and the rest were some copper coins.

He counted it very seriously and then the second time he was very seriously. Then he looked up at the fat boss lady, his face slightly red.
To be continued...