I finally waited for those girls to finish eating and drinking, and without washing the bowls, I jumped directly in front of the table and turned the crab out.

You have to eat crabs while they're hot, as they won't taste good when they're cold.

I was just about to get the crabs when I felt something touch me under the table.

I instinctively touched the chopsticks lightly and threw one chopstick under the table, but there was no sound of the chopsticks falling to the ground around me.

My move is called "dropping chopsticks to scare the gods". The elders say: "Don't drop chopsticks to the ground when eating, as it may scare ghosts." This is what it means.

The warlock throws the chopsticks deliberately to scare the ghost. If the chopsticks land and everyone is in peace, if the chopsticks make no sound, then the ghost is provoking the warlock. We will have to fight with each other.

I didn't hear any movement under the table, and my right index finger immediately pointed to another chopstick. The bamboo chopstick immediately turned half a circle in my hand, and the tip rushed towards my palm. I held the chopstick with one hand and thrust it towards the table.

.

The whole chopstick suddenly sank halfway into the table, but was blocked by something. I also slapped the end of the chopstick, and slapped the bamboo chopstick into the table like a nail.

When I looked down, I suddenly heard the sound of a hidden weapon breaking the wind.

My hair almost stood up - the opponent's hidden weapon was already close to me. I didn't hear the sound until I heard it, and it was already too late to hide.

Moreover, small hidden weapons such as ox-hair needles are designed to break the body-protecting energy of masters.

My Earth Evil Blood Gang was unable to block this fatal blow.

The moment my muscles all over my body tensed up, there was a sound of a concealed weapon being pierced into the table beside me.

Wasn't the hidden weapon meant to hit me?

Before I could figure out what was going on, I saw Ye Yang and others surrounding the restaurant.

Any place where people could escape was completely blocked. All the war spirits of the Two Realms Hall were dispatched, and the table was surrounded by people from both heaven and earth.

Nie Xiaochun, Qin Xin, and Black Night Owl floating in the air were better. The three ghosts and gods squatting under the table, deboning and cutting flesh, could be said to have no image, and their actions were just like trying to snatch food.

"What are you doing?" When I was stunned, Ling and Lao Liu came over and sat in front of the table.

Only then did I realize that the crab Ye Yang had left for me had been nailed to the table with ox-hair needles, and the blue steel needles were arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper.

Ling picked up a chopstick and tapped the crab shell twice: "Senior Qingming, it's been a long time."

Someone among the crabs laughed: "You are old after all, and you fell into the hands of a bunch of dolls. Pull out the needle! I will come out."

After Zero gently pulled out the steel needle, an old man wearing cotton clothes appeared next to the table.

Old Liu touched me lightly under the table, meaning: Let me set up the banquet again and entertain the guests.

I immediately slapped the table: "You don't need to touch me. He sneaks into my house secretly. How can I serve him with wine and food? Move the table away and give him a glass of cold water."

There is no such thing as giving cold water to guests in the martial arts world. Even if your family is so poor that they only have a shack, and a guest comes, you still have to give them a cup of hot water.

The only place where people can be given cold water is in a cell. This means: wake up first, don't get hot-tempered and talk harshly to me, you will easily be beaten to death.

Qing Ming looked at me with half-squinted eyes and said, "You have a very bad temper! With your temper, you still want to recruit all the heroes in the world?"

I sneered and said: "I want to find Qingtang, but I don't want to find an ancestor to come back to support me. Besides, you are not Qingtang."

Many Jianghu groups have the existence of worshipers and guests. However, in my opinion, worshipers are just that.

Treat the other party with good food and drink, and pay a lot of money for the salary. Most of the time, the other party will do nothing. If it really comes to a life or death situation, he may just show off and leave.

Anyway, they have the ability, so they don't have to worry about finding someone to support them.

Why do I need such a person? To cause trouble for myself?

As soon as Qing Ming came out, he sat in front of the table in a grand manner. He felt that I had nothing to fear because I was asking for help from him.

If I don't beat his temper, even if I get Qingtang into the Two Realms Hall, he will have to be his father in the end. Therefore, I can never give him a good look. Besides, I am in trouble here.

, wasn’t there Lao Liu who helped me pull back?

Qing Ming laughed and said, "Are you going to beat me back into a crab shell and then continue to interrogate me?"

"You deliberately set up the arena to lure me here. You also deliberately said you were looking for Qing Ming to arouse my curiosity and tricked me into the house. You then trapped me because you just wanted to negotiate a condition with me.

Am I right?"

I raised my thumb and said, "As expected of you, you are an old fox. Keep talking."

Qing Ming smiled and said: "Those who work in our profession, whether they are humans or ghosts, must have a backer or work for a certain master. Otherwise, we will not be able to survive. Therefore, my master is not unattractable."

Selling information has always been the most dangerous business in the world, and you may die on the streets at any time. The bigger the business becomes, the more dangerous it is. Therefore, they must have a master that no one can afford to offend to ensure that they are not uprooted by their enemies.

rise.
Chapter completed!