The fat woman's movements and gaze were all observed by me.

I can sense that something strange about this place.

First these chickens, then this fat woman; she seemed to have known we were coming all along.

Whose person is she, or rather, what is her purpose?

I gripped the lightning sword tightly, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Great, sis! How much is this chicken?!" Old Dao had been starving for half a day, and coupled with the considerable fright he had suffered earlier, all he could think about was chicken.

This is a free-range chicken! It's not that I don't have the money to buy it, but even if I had the money in the city, I might not be able to buy the real thing.

Having finally encountered him, Old Dao was not about to let him go.

"You two must be tired from your journey. One chicken each shouldn't be a problem. Just because you called me 'sister,' I'll give you a cost price: two free-range chickens for a total of one hundred yuan!"

Perhaps delighted by Lao Dao's address of "sister," the plump woman immediately offered the lowest possible price.

This made Lao Dao extremely happy.

"Brother Chen! Let's go upstairs and rest, then have some local chicken to replenish our strength, we still have to set off tonight!"

Old Dao wiped his mouth and swallowed.

He couldn't resist anymore; such delicious food was irresistible to someone who had traveled all day.

I acquiesced, then looked at the fat woman and smiled.

I'm the kind of person who gets more attractive with age, so the fat woman's gaze shifted to me.

"Okay then, thank you for your help, sister. Please prepare a standard room for us, and bring us two free-range chickens!"

This fat woman is much older than me, so it's perfectly fine for me to call her "sister".

"Haha, I didn't expect you, old man, to be so good with words. Alright, go register, and I'll make you my specialty, braised rooster in a clay pot!"

The fat woman became even happier after I spoke to her, and she led us to register.

"Huahua, please make a note of these two guests. I'll go to the back and cook for them. You can bring it over later!"

The fat woman pulled the two of us to the front desk, where there was a young girl dressed in coarse cloth.

The girl looked quite pretty, but unfortunately, her face was dirty and her body was covered in scars.

Clearly, they had been subjected to inhuman abuse.

I don't really feel anything about this, but I still have to pretend to be sympathetic.

Hua Hua looked at us with her bright, sparkling eyes, her gaze filled with a strange emotion—a reminder, or perhaps a piece of advice.

Hua Hua used sign language while making cooing sounds.

Ha, he's actually mute.

Looking at the scars on Hua Hua's exposed skin, Lao Dao felt so sorry for her that he almost cried.

He gave me a wink, and I responded with my eyes, meaning I already knew.

We paid the deposit, the fat woman went to cook, and Hua Hua gave us the room key.

After registering, Lao Dao and I went to a standard room.

To be honest, although the conditions were a bit basic, the room had everything it needed and was clean overall.

Sixty yuan for half a day's stay is quite cheap.

"This place is really good for your health; those flowers are so fresh and tender!"

Old Dao recalled Hua Hua from earlier and was still feeling unsatisfied. No matter how old a man is, he will always like eighteen-year-olds; there is no doubt about that.

Hua Hua may be dressed in rags, but her looks are absolutely stunning. Those suggestive glances from earlier have already made Lao Dao's mouth water.

Don't you think there's something wrong with this place?

I moved a chair over, plopped down, looked at Old Dao, and uttered a question that seemed to have a profound meaning.

This old knife guy seems to be missing a screw; he doesn't care about anything.

Danger was imminent, yet they didn't even realize it.

In short, this place is very strange, and we need to be careful in everything we do.

"No way, Brother Chen, we don't even have time to rest! How come there are problems everywhere!"

Old Dao had just prepared to relax when his body began to tremble.

These past two days together have made Lao Dao completely believe what I said.

Since I said there's a problem, then there must be a problem.

Old Dao lit a cigarette for me and listened attentively to what I had to say.

"I don't know their specific purpose yet, but it's always good to be careful and keep an eye on things."

I took the cigarette and took a drag.

"If I said this proprietress isn't human, would you believe me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Lao Dao was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.

Old Dao's mouth gaped open: "No, not human? She's a ghost?!"

I shook my head: "It might not be a ghost, it could be some kind of monster. Didn't you see that she looks like an old hen?"

Judging from her appearance and clothing, this woman really does look a bit like an old hen.

If it's not human, then it's probably chicken essence.

"But... well, never mind, just be careful!"

I remembered seeing Old Knife's legs when the fat woman picked up the rooster.

But he looked like he was drooling with envy.

Normally, from the perspective of self-control, a spirit transformed from a chicken wouldn't have such thoughts about a fox.

The fox, on the contrary, was interested in the chicks.

There was another reason why Lao Dao was so eager for this little rooster: he was influenced by the white feathers.

In other words, Lao Dao is now somewhat like a half-fox spirit.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'll be more vigilant. If there's any real danger, you can just leave without worrying about me!"

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