It's noon time.

Business at Yuelai Inn is good.

There was no enthusiastic waiter or boss lady coming out to greet them.

But there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with money.

If so, then add some more silver.

When Xiao Baozi smashed two ingots worth ten taels of silver onto the landlady's counter, Li Chenan and others immediately received the warmest hospitality——

"Aniu, you blind thing!"

The fat proprietress behind the counter glared, "Didn't you see the distinguished guest coming?"

"Why don't you take your distinguished guest's horse to the stable and feed it with the best concentrate!"

"Wang Xi, please take the guests upstairs to have sex!"

"Whatever the guests need to eat, they will be brought to the upper room... Add more charcoal to the heater in the room!"

After some instructions, the fat proprietress turned to Xiao Baozi with a smile on her face: "This heroine, you must also be here to attend Zhou Dashanren's 60th birthday, right?"

Xiao Baozi nodded.

The fat landlady quickly added: "To be honest with you heroes, we, Zhou Dashan, have accumulated good deeds throughout our lives, so we have many friends in the world. When the old man passed his birthday, there were so many knights from all over the world, so here we go...

"

She leaned over and whispered mysteriously: "I only have the last two rooms left. As for the price..."

Xiao Baozi's slender eyes didn't even blink.

She understands.

She took out a banknote from her arms and slapped it in front of the fat boss lady.

"One hundred taels of silver, we want to live here..."

She turned to Li Chenan, who said: "Three days!"

"Yes, we will stay here for three days!"

The fat landlady happily took the banknote and said happily: "Okay, it's just that the heroine will live in a room alone, and the rest of you... it's a bit crowded for six people to live in a room."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Xiao Baozi: "That's it."

"Ah...Okay, Wang said, take the guest to the east and east rooms to rest. If the guest needs something to eat, bring it to him early!"

Li Chenan and his entourage were about to follow the waiter up the stairs when an impatient voice suddenly came from the door:

"Gungungun, where did the beggar come from? It's unlucky to carry a coffin and beg for food!"

When Li Chenan heard this, he stopped and turned around.

Then he saw a young man standing at the door carrying a dark coffin.

The most eye-catching thing is of course the coffin.

It's very long.

It looks a little longer than an ordinary coffin.

It's very old.

It seems to have been built for a long time, so its paint is a little mottled.

Then Li Chenan turned to the young man carrying the coffin.

Perhaps because he was carrying the too-long coffin, his back was slightly hunched.

The coffin was tied to his body with a hemp rope, and it was tied so tightly that it was difficult for him to straighten up.

He was wearing a similarly dark short coat, with a gray-white cloth scarf tied around his waist, and a short knife about two feet long on each side.

He also had a black scarf wrapped around his forehead.

The black scarf tied his hair back, revealing his rather broad forehead.

This made his face look a bit longer, even longer than Amu's knife-like face.

But on this long face, there are two thick eyebrows as sharp as swords!

Under the thick eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes that seem to have little energy, but are actually already restrained.

Coupled with the gall-like nose and the thin lips under the nose, the combination of facial features on this long face actually gives a somewhat cold and handsome look.

This is a pretty good boy.

Li Chenan laughed.

His name is Xiaoqin.

The piano at Qinjian Villa.

But what Li Chenan finds a little strange is...

The news that Xiaoqin came from outside the customs with a coffin on her back and was coming to Zhouzhuang to seek revenge from Zhou Dashan has already spread to the world.

Zhou Dashan must have known that he should have already invited people from the Jianghu to kill this young man named Xiaoqin on his way to the south of the Yangtze River.

But this young man actually came to Zhouzhuang!

He was still carrying the coffin.

He came with all his limbs intact.

Was he the one who killed those killers?

Or did Mr. Zhou Dashan not take him seriously at all?

Li Chenan doesn't know.

At least for now, the people in the inn are just playing Xiaoqin, and no one has any intention of taking action against this young man.

It's just that these people in the world looked at Xiaoqin in a joking way. Maybe they all knew about this, or maybe they also knew about Zhou Dashan's arrangement.

In their eyes, this young man was no different from a dead person.

Xiaoqin stood at the door and seemed a little restrained when the waiter yelled at her.

He doesn't seem used to it.

Or maybe a little shy.

He spoke, his voice a little low, but his words were clear:

"I'm not begging for food."

"I'm staying in a hotel."

“Just one night.”

"I have money."

The waiter was delighted, "It's okay to pay people to stay in the hotel, but not ghosts!"

"You can come in and find a place to bury your coffin."

Xiaoqin shook her head: "People need to stay in a hotel, and so do coffins... In addition, there is no dead person in this coffin, so there are no ghosts."

At this time, the fat landlady stood up.

The look on his face was a little nervous: "Young hero, it's not that our hotel won't accommodate you, but that our hotel is full and there are no more rooms. Do you want Xiong to go to another inn?"

Xiaoqin lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "I have been to other inns and they were all full."

He suddenly raised his head, his words were still low but sincere:

"Just give me a room, even if it's a stable or a woodshed, and I'll pay you the price of the room."

Upon hearing this, the fat landlady hesitated for a moment, then stretched out two stubby fingers: "Two taels of silver, woodshed, no bed, no quilt, and no stove."

"If you want to stay, then stay. If not, then leave."

Xiaoqin didn't leave.

Because all the inns in Zhouzhuang rejected him this time, whether because they were really full or because they didn't dare to let him stay.

He traveled nearly half a year.

Killed many people.

He is very tired.

He needs to rest.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He only has one night to rest.

He reached into his arms and took out a small gray cloth bag.

He poured out all the contents of the small cloth bag on the counter, except for a dime of broken silver, and the rest were some copper coins.
To be continued...