Although this hotel is not big, the decoration is quite distinctive. The door is made of brown antiseptic wood, and there is an iron weapons rack and a red drum at the door.

Looking up, I saw a plaque hanging on the porch with three big characters on it, Juxian Village.

Li Qiang suddenly remembered the Juxian Manor in The Eight Tribes of the Dragon, where Xiao Feng fought against the heroes and cut ties with them.

After entering, I found that the decoration inside is quite quaint. The first floor is the hotel's fast food restaurant, which mainly sells some simple food. The second and third floors are the guest rooms.

The salesperson is also wearing ancient clothes, and at first glance he looks like he has traveled through time.

Li Qiang chose a room on the third floor. When he opened the window, he could clearly see the West Gate of Beizhen County and the three towers not far outside the city.

After settling my luggage, I went to the restaurant on the first floor. It was past dinner time, so there were not many people.

I ordered a tray of steamed buns, a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, and a small plate of pickles. I found a seat by the window and sat down to eat slowly.

The buns taste good, with thin skin and big fillings. When you bite into it, the soup will flow in your mouth, leaving you with endless aftertaste.

The seaweed and egg drop soup has a unique taste, with a faint scent of sesame oil and hints of pepper. The pepper taste is slightly spicy, but not strong, which can perfectly stimulate people's taste buds and trigger appetite.

This is what people often say is delicious and spicy.

After a while, more than half of the buns in the cage were eaten. At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. The door curtain was raised, and several fierce-looking, thick-looking people pushed the door in.

Sitting down on a chair behind a table, a guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks among them stopped the oncoming waiter.

With a look of joy on his face, he waved his hands and said loudly to the waiter who came over.

"Count how many people there are here. Each person has two drawers of steamed buns, and each person has a bottle of liquor..."

Although there were not many people in the room, they all turned their heads after hearing these words. Each person had a bottle of white wine, which was quite a lot.

But the waiter had a calm face, as if this was nothing unusual. After counting the heads, he turned around and went to the kitchen behind to place an order.

After a while, several waiters worked together and brought seven jugs of wine, fourteen drawers of steamed buns, and a large iron basin of egg drop soup.

Looking at this group of big and tall guys, they speak like thunder and eat with crackling crackles. One bite of fist-sized buns, one bun and one sip of wine, like wind and clouds, in the blink of an eye, the knowledge in front of you can be seen

Bottomed out.

Finally, the leader simply picked up the iron basin and drank the remaining sip of soup. Looking at all the tableware on the table, they were all clean, with no piece of minced meat left, as if they had been washed.

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He took a handful of it from his pocket, took out the red banknotes, slapped them on the table without counting them, got up and left with the group of people.

In the blink of an eye, they left in a hurry. From the time they came in to the time they finished eating and left, it only took five or six minutes.

People found it interesting and talked in low voices one after another.

Watching their retreating figures through the window, they actually exited the west city gate and headed towards the three towers.

But judging from the fierce looks on their faces, they didn't go on pilgrimage to the tower like other people.

So what on earth are they going to do?

Li Qiang was quite curious.

"They come here often, about once a month, usually between the fifth and seventh day of the lunar month. They eat so happily every time. After eating, they go to the Three Pagodas in the west. What are they doing there? No one knows..."

A small waiter saw Li Qiang looking at their backs and knew that Li Qiang was curious, so he took the initiative to tell Li Qiang about them while clearing the table.

He grabbed the handful of money, counted it out according to the prices on the menu, and put the rest into his back pocket.

He took the plate and left.

Outside the window, the group of people had gone away.

It’s such a big world, and there are all kinds of people.

Li Qiang turned around and started eating alone.

But when Li Qiang ate the last bun, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He must have eaten in a hurry, so Li Qiang quickly picked up the bowl in front of him, raised his head and took a sip of the soup.

But after taking this sip of soup, I felt like the world was spinning, and my eyes were turning black.

Li Qiang secretly screamed, is there something in this soup?

Instinctively holding on to the table, I planned to stand up, but at this moment my eyes had become confused, and I saw that all the good things were hidden through the clear mist.

There were not many guests in the room, but they all turned to look at Li Qiang, with weird smiles on their faces.

Li Qiang was scared. Could this be a black shop?

In this day and age, in broad daylight, how could there be a shady shop?

In the end, Li Qiang was so top-heavy that he couldn't sell anything at all. He tilted his head and fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took before Li Qiang slowly woke up. He found Li Qiang sitting on a chair with his hands cut behind his back and tied tightly with ropes.

Li Qiang struggled hard for a few times, but couldn't break free at all.

Li Qiang opened his eyes and looked around, and found that it was an empty room. The room was not big and there was nothing in it. There was only a kerosene lamp hanging on the opposite wall.

The coal lamp was not very bright, so the light in the room was dim. There was a door on the left, which was tightly closed.

On the right is a window, slightly open to the seam. Through the dim kerosene light, you can see that a wall has been built with bricks outside, tightly sealing the window.

There was a fan hanging from the ceiling, and it was filled with black oily smoke. It was so still, as if it hadn't turned for a long time.

There was a thick layer of sludge on the ground under my feet. I raised my nose and smelled it, and there was a stench.

But among the stench, there was something vaguely like the smell of blood.

Li Qiang couldn't help but feel nervous. Everything in front of him looked like a black shop in a TV series.

Li Qiang thought of those steamed buns with thin skin and large fillings. Maybe those steamed buns were made of human flesh.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became. Li Qiang wanted to shout loudly, but then he thought about it and held back.

Since this is a black shop, I'm afraid all precautions must be taken properly.

This room must be far away from the front living room, so even if Li Qiang shouted loudly, it would be difficult for others to detect him.

The only consequence is that they would hear it and beat Li Qiang severely, or kill Li Qiang directly and chop him into minced meat.

Thinking of this, Li Qiang calmed down. He slowly closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and tried hard to think of a way to escape.

But without a moment's effort, the door on the left opened with a bang, and a young man walked in with several burly men.

That young man Li Qiang looked very familiar. Yes, he was the waiter who told Li Qiang the origins of those weirdos while clearing the table yesterday.

He clasped his hands on his chest and slowly came to Li Qiang. He raised his hand and pinched Li Qiang's chin. Li Qiang was forced to open his mouth and looked left and right.

Then he tore off the clothes on Li Qiang's chest and beat Li Qiang's muscles with his hands. He kept nodding:

"She's quite young, but a little thinner..."

Listening to the meaning behind his words, it seemed that he had chopped Li Qiang into pieces. Li Qiang was very nervous, but on the surface he was still cold. Because Li Qiang knew that this was their territory, even if Li Qiang cried loudly

, or even kneel down and beg for mercy from them, you will definitely not be able to get their forgiveness.

Instead of doing this, it is better to be more dignified. Even if you die here, you should have a good reputation.

So Li Qiang deliberately pretended to be calm and said to the man:

"I didn't expect that there would be such a black shop at this time..."

The man listened to the adults and smiled slightly:

"What era is different? Do black shops still have eras? Li Qiang and others are engaged in this business, and it has never changed its appearance since ancient times?"

"From ancient times to the present?"

Li Qiang secretly wondered in his heart. From what he said, it seemed like this business had been going on for a long time. Aren't they ordinary human beings?

At this moment, the door of the house sounded, and a beam of dim light came through the door, and a person walked in the light.

He was holding a bag in his hand, which was Li Qiang's carry-on luggage.

He handed the bag to the young man and whispered in his ear. Then he reached out and took out some things from the bag and handed them into the man's hands.

The man looked down, frowned involuntarily, and his eyes suddenly stood up, as if he was very angry.

He reached out and handed the handful of things in front of Li Qiang. Under the dim light, Li Qiang saw that it was a stack of ghost coins. It was exactly what Mr. Bai gave Li Qiang twice. Although Li Qiang didn't know what it was for,

Still carrying it with me.

"What are you doing? Do you think you are also a free earner? You have a ghost coin on your body, is it because you want to do business in the underworld?"

Li Qiang couldn't explain this to him, and he didn't want to tell him at all. Looking at his angry look, he seemed to be particularly disgusted with this ghost coin.

So Li Qiang curled his lips and sneered twice:

"What's wrong, are you scared? That's right, I'm in the business of killing people. If you can kill Li Qiang, it's like giving Li Qiang a ride."

Seeing that Li Qiang was neither humble nor arrogant, the guy seemed to be insulted. He simply put Li Qiang's bag bottom up and mouth down, and fell to the ground with a splash.

I looked down and found the short knife.

He smiled darkly and said to Li Qiang:

"It depends on whether your mouth is tough or your sword is tough. Since you are not afraid of death, Li Qiang will grant your wish..."

As he spoke, he bent down and reached out to pick up the knife.

As expected, just as Li Qiang expected, just when his palm touched the handle of the knife, he suddenly heard a squeaking sound, and a burst of green smoke came out of his palm. The stench of burnt flesh filled the room.

When he got up, he screamed and involuntarily took a few steps back, falling on his back.

This knife fills the body with yang energy, but all evil things cannot get close to it. So obviously they are not human beings.

Li Qiang smiled, quite proudly.

"You can't even pick up a knife, and you still say you want to kill Li Qiang? With your little ability?"
Chapter completed!