A purple light gradually appeared in Zhao Wujiang's warm eyes, like mist filling his eye sockets. It was fleeting and there was no abnormality visible on the surface.

The demonic aura in his body was overwhelming, and by using the demonic technique, his cultivation level quietly increased to the late stage of the God Transformation Realm to cope with possible dangers.

The girl held the arm of the man holding the knife, chatting and laughing, and walked into the inn.

Scholar Dong Ning, who was carrying a bookcase on his back, bowed and saluted the middle-aged man Xie Xin'an, then slowly crossed the threshold with heavy steps.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, nodded slowly at Xie Xin'an, and stepped into the Xi Ling Inn.

The two green candles at the door swayed gently, like ghost fires in the night.

The inn is not big, the layout is similar to that of ordinary inns, and the furnishings are relatively simple.

Standing next to the counter was a waiter in an old gray shirt, wiping the bottles and cans on the counter.

Seeing the group of people arriving, the waiter's eyes immediately lit up, he ran over flatteringly, and took the lead in saluting Xie Xin'an:

"Seventh Master."

Xie Xin'an nodded and commanded in a deep voice:

"Get some food."

The waiter smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed, glanced at Zhao Wujiang and the others, hurried towards the kitchen, opened the curtain, looked inside and muttered instructions.

"Thank you, brother. I'm going to rest first." Zhao Wujiang cupped his hands and clasped his fists, with a serious and tired look on his face.

"Why don't you have something to eat and then rest?" Xie Xin'an smiled gently and kindly.

The girl glanced sideways at Zhao Wujiang and snorted softly.

"To be honest, thank you, brother. I am really tired from traveling all the way." Zhao Wujiang said in a sincere tone:

"And I've already eaten on the way, so I'm not hungry."

"You're all right, little brother, since you don't mean any harm... I won't force you to go to bed early." Xie Xin'an smiled calmly and poured a cup of tea for the scholar Dong Ning. Dong Ning held the tea cup and looked at the inn.

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists and called the waiter, who took him into an inn on the first floor of the inn.

He took out two spirit stones that were still full of spiritual energy and stuffed them into the waiter's pocket. The waiter nodded and bowed, his smile became more and more flattering, and he personally told Zhao Wujiang some of the night rules of Xi Ling Inn.

Don't step out of Xi Ling Inn at night, otherwise ghosts will come looking for you due to the smell, which will only increase the danger.

In the bamboo forest in the small courtyard behind the inn, no matter what sounds you hear at night, you must not go to investigate.

Remember to close the doors and windows in the guest room. If someone knocks on the door at night and calls your name, do not be the first to answer.

If you want to get up at night and go to the hut, you need to go with the oil lamp in the guest room. Once the light goes out, you must return to the guest room immediately.

Wait, wait, wait, a series of rules of Xi Ling Inn, big and small.

Zhao Wujiang listened carefully, nodded repeatedly, and gave the waiter a few spiritual stones. Before leaving, the waiter patted his chest loudly:

"My guest, please just sleep peacefully."

Dong Ning, a scholar who was drinking tea in front of the hall, took a few sips from the tea cup, drank the tea in one gulp, and then bowed to Xie Xin'an and saluted:

"Thank you, hero. Xiaosheng is going to rest first. Thank you for escorting me all the way."

Xie Xinan waved her hand carelessly:

"When you enter this secluded capital, you only have seven days to find your deceased wife. After seven days, you must leave. Otherwise, it will be difficult to leave..."

Dong Ning looked firm, bowed and bowed, he hugged the book box and left the hall.

"Master, please let me sleep next to Shusheng Dong, so that I can have someone to take care of you." The man with a knife across his face was handsome, with thick eyebrows and a righteous look.

His name is Ye Qianchun, he is Xie Xin'an's disciple, and he is Xie Xin'an's only disciple besides his daughter Xie Chensu.

Xie Xin'an nodded, and Ye Qianchun followed the scholar Dong Ning with a knife.

The girl pouted and left without eating. She still wanted to have a nice talk with her senior brother.

She lay on the table, her pretty face resting on her arms, and muttered:

"Dad, when the food comes, how will we finish it?"

"If you can't finish it, you can't finish it." Xie Xin'an had deep eyes and a gentle smile:
Chapter completed!