Listening to Xia Nanshan report the names of dozens of dishes from the mountains and seas, Li Ying and the three of them were stupid.

I'm afraid this old guy hasn't been a robber before, right?

The cheapest of these dishes costs tens of taels of silver, and the most expensive ones cost thousands of taels.

Because the ingredients for those scarce and famous dishes can only be obtained by hunting fierce demon beasts in the Tianshan Mountains, and you have to ask the best chef of the Condor Collection to make them.

"Ahem, two junior brothers, since the old hero is so appreciative and enthusiastically stays in his immortal mansion, don't you two express it?" Li Ying tried his best to beautify this ordinary courtyard house into a fairy mansion, just to give himself a little psychological comfort.

He felt that this old guy was simply a Zhou pickpocket, and he would not give up until he stripped them of all the silver.

And he really didn't have that much money with him, so he had to let his two brothers share the difficulties with him.

The three of them were "looted" and barely scraped together more than 4,000 taels of silver.

In fact, the ordinary outer disciples of the Blood Thunder Sect were very poor, and they couldn't take out so much silver at once.

In addition to the necessary living expenses, almost all of the rest of the money was used to purchase cultivation resources such as spirit stones, pills, weapons, and runes.

Xia Nanshan didn't like to go to the restaurant, so Su Jian took the silver and went to the largest restaurant in the Eagle Collection, Picking Star Building, to order wine and food.

The banquet was finally almost purchased, with three full tables, and several people were polite to each other, and then they sat down to eat and drink.

Li Ying and the three of them drank and ate food, this is all their money, thousands of taels of silver, if they don't eat and drink, they will lose blood.

When the three of them had seven points of alcohol, their eyes were drunk and hazy, and their tongues were not sharp, then they said goodbye to Xia Nanshan and staggered back to the room to sleep.

Drunk people inevitably can't control their mouths when they speak, and their conversation in the bedroom can't be heard clearly by others, but they can't hide it from Xia Nanshan.

The old man smiled and didn't hear anything, and Su Jian had already eaten enough to step on the moonlight that had just risen, and went to order a coffin for Meng Xinghe.

Skull Alley.

Soul Coffin Shop.

The pale coffin shop owner stood in the pale moonlight, looking like a wandering spirit in the faint mist.

"The young master wants to buy a coffin?" the middle-aged boss's voice sounded angry.

"Yes!" Su Jian agreed with some strange surprises.

The wandering boss seemed to have known that he was coming, and was waiting at the door to greet him.

"How many coffins does the young master want?" asked the geist.

"Just one bite, I want the best coffin in your store," Su Jian replied.

"Can you fit it in one bite?" asked the geist lifelessly.

"Of course you can pretend, because there is only one dead man," Su Jian frowned, this boss is afraid that he has been doing this business for too long, and he has fallen into some kind of disease, right?

"More than that, I see that the young master is followed by many unjust ghosts, as if many of them are going to be new ghosts," the ghost said in a gloomy tone.

"So they're not dead yet?" Su Jian really wanted to slap this boss, did your old mother know that you were chatting like this?

"It's almost not dead now, and they won't survive until tomorrow noon at most," the Wandering Spirit said.

"How do you know?" asked Su Jian in a cold voice.

"Hehe, we have been in this line of work for a long time, and we can see the souls of many dying people drifting, and their deaths are related to you, young master," the wandering spirit said with a mysterious smile.

It's okay if you don't smile, but a smile really makes people's scalp tingle.

"Boss, do you see if they can be saved?" asked Su Jian.

Of course he wouldn't believe the boss's nonsense, this guy must have known some secret to make a fool of himself in front of him.

But the thing itself is weird.

He was sure that it was the first time he had come to the Soul Coffin Shop, and the first time he had seen this middle-aged boss who was neither a ghost nor a ghost.

"It's very easy to save them, as long as you raise your noble hand and let them go," there was a hint of pleading in the spirit's eyes.

"How much is the best coffin?" Su Jian obviously wanted to end this unpleasant conversation as soon as possible.

"Well said, one hundred taels, ten taels of deposit," the spirit said weakly.

Su Jian paid the deposit and asked the boss to rush to build it overnight, saying that it would be used tomorrow morning, and then turned around and went back to his courtyard.

Stepping on the light of the stars and the moon and the faint mist, Su Jian walked into the deserted alley of Sad Wind Hutong.

The cold wind of late autumn whined, as if there were countless unjust souls crying.

Su Jian suddenly thought of the words of the coffin shop owner, he was followed by many ghosts, although they were not dead, the boss had already seen some signs.

Su Jian's back was a little cold, as if a ghost was blowing on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end, and even the bottom of his heart was filled with a hint of coolness.

After all, he has fused the memories of mortals, and is no longer purely a high-ranking god of war, but also produces various negative emotions such as fear, worry, and confusion.

The Sad Wind Hutong is so sad that at night it is even more cut off, and you can't even see the slightest glimmer of lights.

Could it be that the people in this alley don't even light up at night?

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him, Su Jian hurriedly dodged and hid in the dark, he vaguely recognized that the figure seemed to be Li Ying!

Isn't this guy drunk? Is he going crazy drinking?

Su Jian smiled, of course he wouldn't be so naïve.

Followed Li Ying all the way to an abandoned ancestral hall, Su Jian wanted to see what kind of reputation this guy was doing?

Seeing that Li Ying had an extra snow-white pigeon in his hand, and seeing that there was no one around, he tied a paper roll to the white pigeon's leg and released the white pigeon.

Fluttering!

The white dove fluttered its wings and flew high, like a white flame piercing the black night sky, and disappeared into the blue-black sky in an instant.

Such a fast speed, this pigeon is by no means an ordinary domestic pigeon, it is a monster!

Because Su Jian clearly saw that after the white pigeon took off, white flames really burned on its wings and back!

Li Ying released the pigeon and returned the same way, returning to the courtyard.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, he returned to his drunken appearance, and muttered, "Why can't I even find a thatched house in this courtyard?" ”

"Ah, Senior Brother Su, what are you doing? It scared me!" Li Ying almost collided with Su Jian, this time the fright was by no means fake, his soul was almost scared away by Su Jian.

"There are a lot of ghosts outside, Senior Brother Li must not run out casually at night, otherwise he may be lured away by those ghosts," Su Jian warned mysteriously.

"Good...... Okay! Next time, Senior Brother will pay attention!" Li Ying said in a trembling voice.

But as soon as he returned to his room, a gloomy murderous aura appeared on his face, this Su Jian was always his henchman if he didn't get rid of it!