Daily life of civil servants in the prefectural government

"The reward table at the Nameless Inn offers rewards for everything in the three worlds and all directions. Since when did you fear even a small pet?"

Cui Zhao chuckled, facing a room full of monsters and ghosts staring at him, his attitude was calm to the point of contempt.

Su Xiyan looked at his straight back, and her heart that had been hanging up suddenly fell down.He felt that even if something happened, his boss would be able to lead him to escape unscathed.

"Guest officer, what did you say?" The proprietress stepped out of the crowd, with the same commercial smile on her face as Xiao Er, when she mentioned Zhen Ruyu, her disdain was beyond words.

"It's just a joke, who would really take her to heart."

"But the innkeeper's sarcasm towards her has not passed. Before that, anyone who wants to touch her has to get our consent. You are also a regular customer of ours here. You know the rules in our store. Why don't you tell me Save face. When the shopkeeper looks away, I will personally take her..."

"Need not."

Cui Zhao interrupted her plainly, his eyes swept over the black cloth bag on the ground, and landed on the counter where no one was there.

"If you want me to save face, it's almost as good for your shopkeeper to do it yourself. Now you just need to tell me, do you accept the reward or not?"

The proprietress' face darkened, and before she could speak, the rest of the diners couldn't bear it anymore.

"Boy, dare to come to the Nameless Inn to be arrogant, have you never weighed yourself!"

"Just like you, I, Yunhuo, can..."

"boom--"

The strong man who spoke suddenly flew backwards, smashed his whole body heavily on the pillar, and then slipped limply to the ground.

The diners standing beside the pillar could clearly see that when Yunhuo slid to the ground, the place where its back intersected with the pillar sank deeply, exposing the mixed red and white color inside and the faintly visible yellow-black fur.

"hiss……"

The diners who were still filled with righteous indignation just now seemed to be choked by their throats suddenly, and all the noisy voices stopped abruptly.

Cui Zhao stood where Yunhuo had been standing, blood splashed down his fingers drop by drop onto the ground, he shook his fist and looked at the proprietress.

"Noisy."

The words were clearly whispered, but the "people" around seemed to hear something terrifying, and retreated crazily. After a while, a huge blank circle appeared around Cui Zhao.

The landlady's complexion became more and more ugly, and she looked at Cui Zhao with caution.

Cloud Tiger is the real old guest of Wuming Inn, he is a tiger spirit with nearly a thousand years of cultivation.

The homophony of Yun Cong Long, Feng Cong Hu, and Feng Huo seems a bit unpleasant, so he calls himself Yun Huo.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer cases where spiritual energy has been exhausted and ghosts have become spirits.Spirits with advanced cultivation are either recruited by the underworld and heaven to become staff members of the system, or practiced in seclusion in some wilderness.

There are very few monsters active outside, and monsters like Yunhuo are even rarer.

The proprietress knows the details of Yunhuohu. He will stay in their place of three religions, not because of lack of strength, but because he once killed hundreds of people who accidentally broke into his territory, and was chased and killed several times by human Taoist priests. Qianli was almost disembowelled.

In desperation, he temporarily hid in the nameless inn.

When he first came here, he competed with other people in the inn.In terms of physical combat ability alone, Yunhuo can firmly occupy the top three. This is because the beast's physical continuous combat ability is not strong enough.

And Cui Zhao, who can make Yunhuo unable to stand up with one punch, what kind of existence is it?

"The big hermit hides in the city, I lost my sight today."

The proprietress had a cold face and snorted coldly.

The diners who had been silent just now started to move, a small part retreated, most of them stepped forward, and surrounded Cui Zhao vaguely according to some arrangement.

"It stands to reason that I should obediently hand over Zhen Ruyu, but you injured the guests in my inn. If I shrink back like this, then I will make my comrades laugh at me."

"well said."

Cui Zhao nodded. From the beginning until now, he seems to have never paid attention to the group of people in the nameless inn.

For him, the group of "people" who are staring at him seems to be less interesting than the open door.

"Then let's see the real chapter under my hand."

…………

The proprietress stopped answering, and she joined the group of diners with strange steps.

The gangster, the girl with long hair, the waiter... These characters who were originally vivid have faded away from their human appearance, and they surrounded Cui Zhao and Su Xiyan with pale faces.

Without their camouflage, the turbulent yin and evil spirits on their bodies could no longer be concealed.A thick black mist surrounded the room, setting them off like deadly ghosts.

"kill!"

With a sharp shout, the wind howled.

Su Xiyan turned over neatly, and the handful of paper talismans in his hand scattered like flowers, and at the same time, the token of ghost messengers on his waist shimmered.

A translucent mask appeared beside him, blocking all attacks for him.

What?You said that the defensive magic circle on the ghost token cannot be used casually?

The hands of these monsters are almost on his head, when should they not be used at this time?

The "people" around him angrily used various methods to attack, but apart from causing ripples to appear on the translucent cover, there was no other effect.

Seeing this, after they roared, they simply gave up on Su Xiyan, a difficult rock, and attacked Cui Zhao who was standing in the hall.

"Su Xiyan, cover your ears."

Cui Zhao's voice suddenly rang out from beside her ears, and Su Xiyan subconsciously raised her hand.

next second...

"Roar!--"

The deafening roar of the beast suddenly sounded, and the almost condensed sound waves rushed towards everyone in the inn.

Su Xiyan stood some distance away from Cui Zhao, but she still staggered from the shock, not to mention the other diners.

They were shaken into the air at the same time, and a few seconds later, the sky smashed to the ground like dumplings.

Cui Zhao reached out and clasped the proprietress's neck, lifting her up into the air.

"Ho ho..."

The proprietress desperately stretched out her hand and struggled, trying to pull Cui Zhao's hand down.But his slender and white hands were like cast iron, holding her throat tightly and tightening constantly.

Seeing that the proprietress was about to die under Cui Zhao's hands, the door that had been silent was finally opened.

"Ugh……"

The cold wind poured in through the wide open door, and an old man with white beard and hair pushed the door and walked in.

"Long time no see, Master Guichai, can you let my subordinates go for my old man's sake?"

"Old man Zhang, you are finally willing to come out."

Cui Zhao turned around, and the proprietress was randomly thrown on the ground like he was throwing garbage.

"The shopkeeper, he...!"

"I see," old man Zhang waved his hand, "You all step back, repair your body, and do what you want. What happened today, you all don't know anything about it."

"Yes."

A uniform echo sounded, and everyone in the inn got up from the ground and straightened their clothes, as if nothing had happened.

After dealing with them, old man Zhang slowly walked up the stairs.

"I know why you are here, please come with me."

"Oh, and this little friend," old man Zhang looked at Su Xiyan, trying to show a gentle smile, his stiff facial muscles made his efforts in vain.

He laughed like a zombie twitching, which wasn't really a good look.

"Let's all come up together."

The aging wooden floor made a creaking sound when stepping on it, Cui Zhao glanced at Su Xiyan, and stepped on it first.

When the two missed each other, Su Xiyan felt something was stuffed into his hands.

It has a cold and hard texture, and you can feel the uneven marks on it when you touch it—it is Cui Zhao's ghost token.

Su Xiyan's heart moved, and he quietly stuffed the token into his pocket.

The defensive magic circle on Guicha Token didn't last long, from when he was just activated to when he disappeared, it only took about 1 minute in total.

But the defense ability is strong, if it is used as a treasure to save life at critical moments, it is more than enough.

He was still worried just now, if something happened up there, he would hold Cui Zhao back because he wasn't too strong, so now he didn't have any worries.

I didn't expect him to remember him at this time...

Su Xiyan redefines Cui Zhao in his heart. He is a boss with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. He looks unreliable, but in fact he is unexpectedly powerful.

Well, it looks pretty good.

Following Cui Zhao up the stairs, Su Xiyan's longing for strength was ignited in his heart.

Cui Zhao asked a good question at the beginning, since the old Taoist priest passed away, he hasn't learned anything decently.For so many years, they have been relying on their laurels, and their strength has basically stagnated.

If it is said that his life is as he planned before, he will find a job after graduation, or open a small shop with the storefront left by his parents.Then he still doesn't have to think about these things too much, but...

Su Xiyan took out his ghost token and slowly rubbed it in his hand.

Now that you have chosen to take this step, you have to do it more decently.

Possessing great strength, fighting all over the world, and being happy with kindness and hatred, it sounds good.

"Squeak-"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and Su Xiyan followed Cui Zhao to the third floor of the small building that had been covered in dust for a long time.