Ma Hehua had no intention of getting back into the Ma family's clutches. They were dreaming!

"If you've got the guts, come and take it!"

Old Deng glared angrily, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. I'll make sure you don't leave here alive today!"

As he spoke, the man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, jumped up, holding an axe in his hand, which he had taken from the woodshed in the yard.

"Damn it, take this kick from me!"

Ma Hehua was even faster than him. She grabbed Lao Deng's head and slapped him hard across the face, cursing as she did so.

"You think I'm giving you face? Huh? You scoundrel, you've got a lot of trouble, huh? You want us to never leave? Don't you even know the reputation of the Ma family?"

"I...I...you old woman..."

Old Deng could hardly speak a complete sentence.

"What? You're still not convinced?" Ma Hehua patted Old Deng's face and looked at him with a mocking expression.

"Okay! That's enough. It's getting late, let's go upstairs to sleep," Ma Linghua said.

Then she gave Old Deng a kick to the chest, while the flower girl hiding behind the counter remained silent.

These three women are clearly not normal people. Didn't they see that Brother Deng was being humiliated and beaten to the ground?

"Mom, don't beat him to death, he still needs to cook!" Ma Lihua's words brought Ma Linghua back to her senses.

"Cough cough cough... Lotus! This ill-gotten gain is too much for our conscience to bear! Go and put this copper coin back!"

Otherwise, if Old Deng were tormented to death by five vengeful ghosts, who would cook for them? Who would take care of their three meals a day, as well as their food, lodging, and transportation?

That's not worth it at all!

"Mother...I am our..."

"Shut up, go... put it back in."

Ma Hehua's charmingly wicked face was somewhat distorted, but she had no choice but to obey her mother.

Reluctantly, he returned to the inn's main entrance, looked at the groove, and inserted the copper coin back in.

Just after the copper coin was inserted back into the pot, the five people in the kitchen opened their eyes, their expressions strange.

“Hey Qiu…”

Just as Lao Niu was getting into the swing of things, suddenly, a pair of pale hands tightly hugged his back.

"Hehe! Little vixen, how about it?"

Before he could make his next move, Dujuan let out a scream.

"ah………………"

That roar, like that of a wild beast, was particularly chilling.

This startled the old ox so much that he rolled over and looked up, nearly wetting himself in fright.

At this point, Du Juan was no longer beautiful; she was now just a skeleton, her body emitting black smoke.

The dark and gloomy kitchen was filled with a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere.

A pair of withered bones tightly clutched their heads, a scene of extreme eeriness, as if concealing endless sorrow and pain.

Du Juan stood to the side, her screams never ceasing. Her sharp and shrill voice pierced the deathly silence, echoing continuously in the kitchen.

The screams were filled with terror, each one seemingly tearing a person's heart apart.

Not only her, but the other four also let out terrified screams. The sounds mingled together, making the entire kitchen feel like a living hell.

In this atmosphere of extreme fear, Lao Niu's face had already turned ashen.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "My God! What the hell is this?"

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to escape.

Without saying a word, he grabbed his underwear and rushed out of the kitchen.

His legs were weak, but the will to survive drove him to run desperately, as if countless evil spirits were chasing him.

However, fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on him.

Before he even reached the main hall, he suddenly felt his feet being pulled by a tremendous force, a force that was icy cold and seemed to come from the depths of hell.

He looked down in horror and saw a pair of blood-red hands.

"Help me... Pfft... Help me..."

The voice was sinister and terrifying, filled with endless despair and sorrow.

Old Niu looked closely and realized that it was actually Deng Xiaoping, the one who had been beaten to death by Deng Xiaoping.

Xiaoping's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and black bloody tears were still flowing from his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, repeatedly pleading for help.

Old Niu was terrified. He tried to break free from the restraints of those hands, but found that he couldn't move at all.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain.

The entire kitchen was filled with the smell of death, and Lao Niu was plunged into endless fear.

"bump!"

A loud bang shattered the brief silence. Before Lao Niu could recover from his extreme fear, Lao Deng flew straight into the kitchen from outside.

His body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough... Pfft..."

Old Deng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned ashen white. The dizziness made it almost impossible for him to see his surroundings clearly. He felt that even breathing had become extremely difficult, and each breath felt like a knife stabbing his lungs.

After a brief moment of shock, Lao Niu finally came to his senses. He quickly and carefully helped Lao Deng up, his face full of worry and confusion, and asked, "Deng... Uncle Deng, what's wrong?"

Despite his discomfort, Old Deng gritted his teeth and said, "No...it's nothing. Where are the other five people?"

His voice was weak but carried a hint of tension, and his eyes revealed an undisguised anxiety.

"It's...it's right here!"

Old Niu's voice trembled slightly, and his finger pointed shakily in a certain direction.

Old Deng looked up with difficulty, only to find nothing in front of him. Immediately, the weight lifted from his heart, and he felt relieved.

At this moment, his thoughts began to race. Recalling the three women, he concluded that they must have come from the south.

In his mind, there was a huge difference in strength between southerners and northerners, and those three women beat him up like a grandson, leaving him powerless to fight back.

Moreover, thinking about his confrontation with them, Lao Deng felt increasingly uneasy. The three of them seemed to have no fear of ghosts in the face of the bizarre situation.

This filled Lao Deng with doubt and unease. He couldn't understand the origins of these three women, or why they possessed such great strength and exhibited such peculiar behavior.

The atmosphere in the kitchen remained tense and eerie. Amidst this unknown fear, Lao Deng and Lao Niu could only cautiously and vigilantly observe their surroundings, lest something terrible happen again.

Old Deng knew very well that without Huang Xian's strong support, he would lose his back in this world, become penniless, and could no longer be as powerful as before.

Now, he can deeply feel that the Yellow Immortal's aura in his body is getting weaker and weaker, and his power is gradually disappearing, which has plunged him into deep anxiety and panic.

He knew that if he wanted to regain his former glory and even reach a higher level, he had to find a way to get a stronger Yellow Immortal.

His opening of this inn was actually a carefully planned cover.

Behind this seemingly ordinary inn lies a secret deal he is keeping hidden.

As long as there are high-quality hides for sale, he can exchange them for valuable resources from powerful immortals.