Chapter 9 This World Is Dangerous

The food filled the table, and the gangsters were dumbfounded.

"How could there be so much?" The middle-aged man couldn't help but stand up from the chair.

Because the table was small, several plates were stacked.

The waiter was stunned: "Sir, you said it, you want one of our specialty dishes."

"You have so many specialty dishes?" The middle-aged man's mouth twitched.

The waiter hurriedly came up and prepared to introduce the meaning of each dish.

But before the waiter could speak, the middle-aged man grabbed the waiter's collar.

"Are you blackmailing us because we are outsiders?"

The waiter was startled and hurriedly said: "Sir, this is all you said, I am doing it according to your instructions."

"You..." The middle-aged man was furious.

But he could do nothing.

In broad daylight, dare to make trouble?

The current emperor of the Great Chu Kingdom is neither strict nor loose in governing the gangsters.

In the martial arts world, you can make trouble as you like, just don't go too far.

But if you make trouble in a city with people, and pick on ordinary people, the government will not be easy to deal with.

This is the iron law of the Chu Dynasty.

Even if the officials are the most indifferent, they will actively deal with it. This is an opportunity to get promoted and make money.

The middle-aged man wanted to take this loss, but... he didn't have so much money.

The waiter also found something wrong and shouted: "Come and see, eating a free meal and beating people, report to the police!"

Now, the people in front of him are even more difficult to get off the tiger.

Everyone around looked over, no one said anything, but they were all watching the fun.

Seeing this, the waiter shouted even louder.

The innkeeper didn't know what he was doing, and he hasn't come out yet.

Seeing the commotion getting bigger and bigger, the middle-aged man's face turned blue and white.

He didn't have so much money, and now he didn't know what to do. If he reported to the police, he would inevitably go to jail.

Xu Bai stood up and walked to the table: "I'll pay for them."

After asking the price, Xu Bai paid for the meal first.

Everyone is happy when someone pays the bill.

The waiter didn't say anything, weighed it with his hand, and left quickly with the change.

The middle-aged man stared at Xu Bai, especially the ghost-head knife on his waist, as if he was on guard against something.

After all, they are all people in the underworld. When they saw the knife on Xu Bai's waist and his indifferent temperament, they felt that this person was not a good person.

"Don't get me wrong, there are many inconveniences in the underworld. I'm just helping you out." Xu Bai sat on the chair and raised his right hand: "Please sit down."

The middle-aged man looked back at his companions, meaning not to act rashly and sit back in the chair.

They kept their hands on their weapons without any movement.

"What the hell is Jisheng Sect?" Xu Bai said abruptly.

He did not beat around the bush, but came straight to the point.

Such a direct question actually made the middle-aged man feel relieved.

They are all in the underworld, and they all know that there is no one in the world who will suddenly treat you well. Now it seems that the rescue just now was to get information.

The exchange actually made them feel relieved.

"Brother, do you have a grudge against the Jisheng Sect?" the middle-aged man asked.

Xu Bai frowned and looked directly at the middle-aged man with a cold look: "Brother, you don't seem to know the rules very well."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was full of embarrassment.

It is indeed that you don't know the rules.

Others help you out, but you ask them instead. This is not only ignorant of the rules, but also beyond the rules.

"The Jisheng Sect is a strange organization that has appeared in recent years. It is not a sect, nor a wealthy family. They have committed many evil deeds. What they love to do most is to turn living people into weird ones. Zhao Chen has become a corpse." The middle-aged man said slowly.

It was very noisy around, and they were talking quietly, so no one noticed the movement here.

Xu Bai touched his chin and said, "What is a corpse evil?"

"Corpse evil is a kind of weirdness. The so-called weirdness is what people or monsters become after death. They have no emotions, no reason, and only know how to kill." The middle-aged man said.

After Xu Bai's reminder, he didn't ask anything. As long as Xu Bai had questions, he would answer directly.

Weird? Monster?

Xu Bai put his right hand on the table and tapped it lightly.

This world seems a bit outrageous.

Isn't it a martial arts world?

How did it become a fantasy world in the blink of an eye?

Weird, monster...

This thing is easy to understand, but Xu Bai is a little speechless to accept it.

And that idiot thing of Jishengjiao is too troublesome.

"Corpse evil is weird, without emotions and reason. Do they have a way to control it?" Xu Bai asked.

"Of course we can't control it, but the Jisheng Cult uses the fact that the greater the resentment after death, the easier it is to become weird. After creating the weirdness, they don't care and let the weirdness run wild." The middle-aged man replied.

Xu Bai tapped the table faster and thought secretly.

It seems that the purpose of the Jisheng Cult is to cause trouble.

The weirdness can't be controlled, and there is no benefit, but he just enjoys it.

He thought about it, and began to ask other questions, and asked them to answer while eating.

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye it was sunset.

Xu Bai also asked the question he wanted.

This world is far from as simple as he imagined.

There are not only monsters and weirdness, but also not only warriors.

Everything in the world can be extraordinary.

From Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism to mediums, pawns, time demons, thieves and prostitutes, etc., it is really a hundred flowers blooming.

For example, ordinary matchmakers can only help people thread needles, while mediums use spirits as mediums and act as matchmakers between life and death.

In this world, there are three types of cultivation methods.

- Essence, Qi, and God.

The most common are warriors and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Martial artists cultivate a breath of true Qi, while Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism take God as the foundation.

The rest of the people in the world cultivate energy.

As for the methods of each family and the secrets in them, only each family knows them. For example, if a warrior does not have a mental method and a breath of true energy, he is just a nobody.

There are many warriors who are in the mainstream, and there are even more who are not.

In short, it is quite dangerous.

As for why the middle-aged man knows so much, it is also related to the fact that the middle-aged man has been in the martial arts world in his early years.

Xu Bai stood up and prepared to leave.

He asked all the questions and got the information he wanted, but Xu Bai didn't say anything.

It was getting dark at this time, and it was not suitable to stay in the inn for a long time.

The middle-aged man kept staring at the purse on Xu Bai's waist, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Since just now, he has been looking at Xu Bai's purse from time to time.

At this time, Xu Bai was about to leave, but he didn't expect a female voice to suddenly come.

"The store has offended you before, and I happened to be away from the store. Now I know the situation and come to apologize."

The voice was a little deep, but particularly charming.

Following the voice, a woman in coarse cloth came over.

The woman had her hair piled high, and was about thirty years old, with a unique flavor of this age.

Xu Bai smacked his lips, his eyes slightly gloomy.

A very charming woman, with a charming appearance, especially at her age, it was even more natural.

—— Very smooth.