Chapter 22 Weird Inn
Logically speaking, the previous bet has already been decided, and the first seven people are no longer useful to Ding Hai and the other two. From now on, they should go their separate ways and never see each other again.

Ding Hai and Lin Jiu did the same thing. They crossed the mountains and bypassed the checkpoints, rushing to the nearest town in Fujian, to see if they could find out anything about the unusual movements in the earth's veins.

Northern Fujian, Maxiangping, Yong'an Inn.

Ding Hai and his companion, who had just arrived, settled down here temporarily.

Although Yong'an Inn is located on the edge of a big town, it does not do business with locals.

It is more like a small black market. Most people from northern Fujian who want to go north to Jiangsu and Zhejiang will choose to settle here.

If the evildoers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas want to go south to Fujian and Guangdong, this is basically their first stop.

Here, as long as you have money, you can buy most of the information about the underworld in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong.

Sitting at the edge of the lobby covered with talisman paper, Ding Hai took out the chopsticks he carried with him and asked the waiter for two bowls of plain noodles without adding any oil or salt.

Across the table, Lin Jiu did not question why Ding Hai only ordered two bowls of plain noodles.

Yong'an Inn is a place where all kinds of people gather, and Gui knows what is served on the table.

Clear water noodles are easy to make and the raw materials used are relatively simple. As long as you check them carefully before eating, it is difficult to be cheated.

If you really want to eat something good, just leave the inn and go to the restaurant in Ma Xiangping.

"Brother, we haven't found any useful information in two consecutive days. Do we still have to wait?"

Lin Jiu was a little confused about Ding Hai's thoughts.

When they were in Zhejiang before, the two of them traveled day and night.

Except for short stops to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, the rest of the time is spent on the road.

Why did we stop after entering northern Fujian?

"Let's wait a few more days." Ding Hai did not explain anything, but made the decision without any objection.

This trip was originally centered around Ding Hai, so although Lin Jiu had a lot of questions, he said nothing.

"Two young men, your boiled noodles are here." A sweet voice with a pinched throat came from the kitchen.

Listening to the pretentious voice beside him, Lin Jiu glanced at Ding Hai opposite him.

If he hadn't slept in the same room with Ding Hai and knew that this senior brother did not stay out all night, he would have thought that this senior brother was addicted to the land of pleasure and didn't want to leave.

As the voice fell, a charming figure with a curvy figure came towards Ding Hai and the others, bringing with her a gust of fragrance.

After throwing a bowl of plain noodles in front of Lin Jiu, the proprietress of Yong'an Inn sat down next to Ding Hai and gently handed another bowl of noodles to Ding Hai's mouth.

"The young man was very poor, so he ate boiled noodles in a small shop for two days in a row, and he was not afraid of being vegetarian.

Come, sister will treat you to two fried eggs to moisten your mouth." Looking at Ding Hai, who had a masculine face and a handsome figure, the proprietress, who had specially changed into plain clothes, cast a seductive look.

The madam loves money, and the girls love to be pretty.

A man with a sturdy build and a resolute face like Ding Hai may not be popular in the new century, but in the late Qing Dynasty, an era full of violence, he was very popular among girls, and the proprietress of Yong'an Inn was no exception.

Reaching out to take the bowl of plain noodles with two poached eggs from the proprietress, Ding Hai stirred it with his chopsticks as usual, and then started eating when he saw nothing unusual.

As for the proprietress beside him who was almost leaning half of her body on his left arm, he pretended not to see it.

Anyway, Mr. Ding didn't suffer any loss, so why bother about it so much.

"Cough, cough, cough." A series of coughs came continuously from the counter of the inn. It was the old innkeeper reminding his wife to be more restrained and not to cheat on him so blatantly.

The old shopkeeper behind the counter was not tall and had a head full of white hair. He wore a long gown and reading glasses. He looked gentle and refined, like a scholar businessman.

It’s just that as he got older, he often felt back pain and was unable to do anything, so he gradually couldn’t control his little wife at home.

Of course, if anyone really believes these things that are revealed on the surface, then he will just have to wait to become someone else's meal.

"You old bastard, you're not able to help others find food yourself even though you're already weak. I'm already 28 years old and as pretty as a flower. It's unlucky for me to follow you." The proprietress, who had been feeding Ding Hai big steamed buns, muttered to herself before getting up and leaving.

Looking at Ding Hai, who was almost being marinated with fragrant powder but still had a blank expression on his face, Lin Jiu secretly gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

Cheating is a common occurrence and is most likely to happen in the combination of an older man and a younger wife. However, most people just flirt secretly and cheat on their wives in fear.

This was the first time that Lin Jiu had seen someone flirt and take advantage of someone right in front of her husband.

If Ding Hai had not always been passive in accepting and had never taken the initiative to attack, Lin Jiu would have suspected that he had gone to the wrong channel and reached the high H zone.

Plain noodles have no taste. Except for the extremely hungry people who would consider it as a delicacy, most other people just use it to fill their stomachs.

Food that fills the stomach is naturally eaten quickly. In no time, Ding Hai and his friend finished today's dinner.

Just as the two of them stood up and prepared to go back to the house to rest, a group of familiar figures pushed open the door of the inn and jumped in. Looking at the fat and thin group in the lead, Ding Hai and Lin Jiu looked at each other.

After entering Fujian, why didn't these opium dealers quickly find buyers to sell the opium paste they had on them? Instead, why did they come to Yong'an Inn?

None of the people who can come here are simple. Some are making money through illegal means, while others are dependent on the dead. These big opium dealers who pretend to be mysterious are just fat meat on the lips of others.

Whether to eat or when to eat depends entirely on one’s mood today.

Although a little surprised, Ding Hai and Lin Jiu did not meddle in other people's business.

Ding Hai doesn't care about the lives of these opium dealers, while Lin Jiu is unwilling to rescue these scum who are harming the people of Fujian.

The fat and thin duo who were paying for check-in at the counter didn't pay much attention to the two young men, Ding Hai and Lin Jiu.

After a brief communication with the old shopkeeper, he rang the bell and walked through the lobby to the backyard with the five fake zombies.

In the lobby, many guests who were having dinner saw this scene and looked at the old shopkeeper behind the counter.

Many of the guests had murderous gleams in their eyes, looking even scarier than a starving jackal.

But the old shopkeeper who was calculating on the abacus turned a blind eye to these guests who were hungrier than jackals, and just focused on teaching his young wife a lesson.

"You have no shame, but I do. You stay in your room for the next few days and don't embarrass yourself.

Just now you wanted to melt your whole body into that young man's body.

If I wasn't here tonight, would you crawl into that young man's bed and warm his bed with your head held high?"

"I am not as cheap as you say. The reason I came out to show my face is to help you run the inn well and make more money for your retirement.

You can do it in a few strokes in bed, but you can't get me pregnant. Without a child to take care of, if you don't make more money to protect yourself, what are we going to do when we get old?"

The proprietress, who was wearing a plain cheongsam, started to cry as she spoke, and while crying she twisted her slender waist and ran to the backyard.

The scene of this beauty crying made many people feel dry in their mouths and itchy in their hearts. Many people's crotch flesh was erected. Some thin-skinned people had to hunch over the table in order to avoid being noticed.

Seeing his little wife running into the backyard without looking back, the old shopkeeper could no longer sit still.

Don't be afraid, she might have run into the arms of that wild man and cried out her heart to him.

"Oh, I just had a couple of drinks that night and that's why I said something wrong.

Xing'er, my dear Xing'er, we have been married for so many years, you must not take it seriously. "

The old shopkeeper explained as he ran into the backyard.

Without the show to watch, the guests in the lobby scattered in all directions. Many guests who were feeling uncomfortable rushed out of the inn and ran towards Ma Xiangping not far away.

As one of the few large towns in northern Fujian, Ma Xiangping has many women engaged in the flesh trade.

In the northwest corner of the inn’s backyard, the old shopkeeper chased his young wife into the small courtyard where they lived.

The oil lamp was lit, and two figures were reflected on the window paper. If an outsider stood outside the courtyard and looked, he would see a skinny and short figure pulling a thin and fruitful figure, begging for something, and occasionally slapping himself in the face.

But if someone entered the house at this moment, they would find that there was no living person in the house.

There were only two bamboo paper figures whose figures were exactly the same as the old shopkeeper and the proprietress, performing a vivid pantomime under the candlelight.

In a dark room buried deep underground, the proprietress, who was supposed to be arguing with the old shopkeeper inside, gently rubbed her lotus silk soft-soled embroidered shoes under her feet and put one of her lotus feet to the boss's mouth.

It was just that he seemed to have used too much force and failed to control the distance well, and he stepped on the old shopkeeper's face along with his footwear.

The old shopkeeper who had his face stepped on was not angry. Instead, he carefully took off the white footgear from the lotus feet and gently played with the lotus feet with rouge-red nails.

The skinny hands constantly stroke across the white jade-like lotus feet. If a painter sees this scene, he will surely sigh that both old age and decay and vitality are displayed vividly here.

"Master, haven't you figured out the origins of those two little ghosts? The Min King's Mausoleum is about to be opened, and now two little ghosts with unknown origins suddenly appear. My heart is beating fast."

"These two little devils are very tight-lipped. The older one swallowed all the sugar-coated food I gave him, but never uttered a word of truth.

But these two little brats are definitely not simple. The perfume I just applied on my body contained aphrodisiac powder. None of those bastards in the lobby were not bewitched and confused.

But let alone the big one, even the small one didn't show any ugly expression after smelling it." When she said this, a trace of fear flashed across the pretty face of the proprietress.

"Where are those fake corpse drivers from before? They have never been to Yong'an Inn before. Why do they suddenly show up at this time?"

"They are just a bunch of fat pigs who know nothing. If it weren't for the wrong timing and the presence of those two little bastards who can't figure out their whereabouts, we could kill them and eat their meat tonight."

"I see. I know what to do next." After finishing the serious business, it was time to talk about less serious things. Looking at the playful and stretched lotus feet in front of him, the old shopkeeper opened his mouth and kissed them. [Omitted 3,000 words]
　Here is the second chapter, please help me. If I don’t have the data, I will have to run naked again next week. If I don’t have the help of new books in the warehouse, I’m afraid I will have to run naked all the way until it is put on the shelves.

　　
　
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