Wangshan Run dead horse seemed to be very close. When we actually arrived at Xiangcheng Town, it was already 5 pm.
We took a short rest on the way, but it was a bit strange. We encountered sand sculptures, headless horsemen and gangsters along the way, but we didn't encounter any ghouls.
And what was very strange was that the second half of the road out of the canyon was supposed to be the most dangerous, but they surprisingly didn't run into any trouble.
Susanna and Garcia were not happy about this, but were worried.
This does not seem to be a restoration of the past order, but rather like the calm before the storm.
Businessman Stanley was all smiles. At this juncture, after deducting the cost, he could earn more than 50 gold for a successful trip.
But he hasn't been dazzled by the benefits yet. Although Ren and Susanna didn't say anything about the Headless Horseman, he also sees the dangers along the way and he doesn't plan to do business anymore in the near future.
After making an appointment with folklorist Dennis to meet at the Rose Bar tomorrow morning, Ren and Susanna walked to the west of the town together.
As for recruiting Garcia, there is no rush at the moment. The most important thing right now is to get the red heart grass.
Susanna has promised to take him and Dennis to the indigenous tribe and will set off directly after negotiating the price tomorrow.
Wren held Sig's mace and walked side by side on the street with Susanna.
Compared with the big cities in northern Faroland, the gun ban here is much looser. Basically every cowboy and even ordinary people will carry one or two revolvers.
Without a gun in your hand, you have no right to speak in Xiangcheng Town.
Not long after walking, Ren frowned.
He felt many eyes gathering, full of malice, like a pack of wolves staring at a lamb that had wandered into them.
He even found a few people following him. The reason why he didn't take action may be because he was worried about Susanna, a well-known local cowgirl.
"Don't worry, because you are new and don't know your strength, so everyone wants to come up and bite you." Susanna said lightly.
No one dared to look at her like that. She was a local and had received a slap on the vagina from many people.
"Wait a minute, I'll have a friendly communication with them." Renn smiled brightly. He knew very well that he must not show a hint of cowardice at this time, otherwise he would be in constant trouble.
A burly man looked greedily at the mace in Ren's hand. That thing was very valuable.
He was completely unaware of his fate and subconsciously showed a ferocious smile. Suddenly, his expression turned to surprise.
Ren walked up to the strong man with a smile and said, "What are you looking at?"
The men, women, and children around him immediately turned their gazes over, and the strong man in a gray shirt snorted: "What are you looking at?"
"puff!"
Without any warning, Renn punched him in the lower abdomen. The action was so fast that the strong man didn't even react.
"Ugh~"
He instantly fell to his knees, hunched over, his body trembling, and foaming at the mouth.
"hetui!"
Ren spat on him and stepped on his face, leaving a red shoe mark.
In fact, he had already shown mercy. This strong man was a first-level transcendent, so this kind of injury was not serious.
After exhaling the fragrance, he walked back to Susanna refreshed, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the pink cheek.
He glanced at the stunned people around him and said loudly: "That bastard just followed me all the way and kept staring at my horse. I asked him to wake up."
Susanna smiled charmingly in a tacit understanding, held Ren's arm with both hands, and said softly: "Sir, please don't be on the same level as him."
Ren snorted softly, and like a gangster, he hugged the beauty and walked away with pride!
This time, no one dared to follow him.
Susanna is well-known here. Even if Renn is not a big shot, but is just her man, most people would not dare to make any crooked ideas.
The two quickly walked to a two-story small bungalow, which was her residence. They declined Susanna's invitation to move in. They parted ways for the time being and made an appointment to meet tomorrow.
Susanna's parents were dead and she was the only one in the house. Wren didn't dare to live in her house unless she was willing to go to bed with him.
He was afraid that in his current state of hunger and thirst, he would not be able to help but do it to her.
Ren continued walking forward, passed a corner, and came to a small clinic.
The mahogany signboard reads: Little Widow Hospital, specializes in treating infertility, so weak!
The corners of his mouth twitched, and Ren laughed dumbly. He pushed open the patterned glass hinge door and saw an acquaintance.
Shirley was wearing a pink nurse uniform with a very low collar. The canyon was winding and the peaks were convex, which was thrilling.
She was sitting behind a small table, looking at Ren with interest. She leaned back and put her long legs on the table in an unladylike manner: "Young handsome boy, you are infertile."
Or not?"
Ren curled his lips: "Aren't you afraid of being torn apart by the patient when you are dressed like this?"
Shirley laughed, her legs in black stockings were placed on the table, and a large amount of spring was exposed under her skirt: "Aren't all the men who come here to see a doctor with kidney deficiency?"
Ren shrugged, put the mace on the side of the medicine cabinet, and admired the scenery under Shirley's skirt: "Don't worry, I just want to take a look. I don't want to be your subordinate."
Shirley winked at him and licked her red lips: "It's been a while since I last saw you, but you have relaxed a little and are not so prude anymore. Close the door, and now, you can choose whatever style you want."
Ren shook his head, a little overwhelmed, and changed the subject and asked: "Where is the old goat?"
"That old gangster went to discuss something with the people in the 7th Bureau, and he probably won't be back today.
Huh, you still want me to warm his bed, ugly!" Shirley swayed her sexy long legs and snorted.
She is from the Appearance Association and only hunts handsome guys.
Renn took out a bottle of champagne from the cold box with ice solid soil, bit open the bottle cap, and took a sip: "I'm going out tomorrow too."
"It's up to you. There are no urgent tasks for the moment. Your room is No. 207 on the second floor. It has been cleaned. There is some information in the drawer that can let you know about the situation here."
Shirley said casually that she was the only daughter of a big businessman and was currently a second-level white hunter.
His father spent a lot of money to raise the resources needed for her to advance to the third level.
Shirley came here not for a mission, but because she heard that it was a mess here, she came here to seek excitement.
Renn drank the champagne, picked up the mace, and walked along the small stairs in the corridor to the second floor.
Shirley shouted specifically: "I won't close the door at night, handsome boy, you are welcome to come and play!"
Not only do I have good skills, but I also don’t need any money!”
Renn shook his head and observed three seconds of silence for Garcia.
