"Excuse me, are you here for a stay or a meal?" Hua Niang asked the man in a seductive voice, swaying her hips.

"Checking in, for one night."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he took off his hat, revealing himself to be a very young man, around twenty years old.

"Alright, would you like to eat first or look at the rooms first?" Hua Niang stared at the man like a hungry wolf.

"Comrade, let's eat first. What do you have here?" a woman with a student-style haircut said.

Hua Niang looked up and saw a very pure-looking woman and another woman with braids on both sides.

They all looked quite young.

"We don't have a menu here. You'll eat whatever our chef cooks. No problem with that, right?"

"No."

After hearing the man's cold voice, Hua Niang swayed her hips and walked away. Honestly, what a clueless man! She was dressed so beautifully today, and he didn't even bother to compliment her.

Just as Old Deng was worrying, he heard Hua Niang say that someone had arrived and would be staying overnight, and that she should cook for him.

Old Deng glanced at the human flesh that had been sitting there for a long time, and a smile crept onto his face. All the good stuff belonged to those three thieving women. As for the others... well, they could just be made into something else.

He could just put the Gu worms he had hidden a few years ago into the food and let those three people try it on that woman.

Kong Sang sat cross-legged on the heated kang bed, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, veins bulging on his head like dragons, and the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand looked as if they might be crushed to pieces at any moment.

His body trembled violently, like a leaf in a storm.

Behind him, a humanoid skull loomed in and out of sight, exuding an eerie aura.

Kong Sang gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a resolute determination.

He ripped open the leather he had "stolen" from Lao Deng and, without the slightest hesitation, took off the cassock he was wearing.

In an instant, the shocking sight on his chest was revealed.

A patch of bright red skin, devoid of any visible skin, seemed to teem with countless insects wriggling about, sending chills down one's spine.

He stared intently at the leather in his hand, as if it were his last lifeline.

He took a deep breath and pressed the skin tightly against his body. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Moments later, a miracle occurred.

On the skin that originally had no skin, a brand new layer of skin quickly grew, fitting perfectly with his body as if it were natural.

The newly grown skin radiated a healthy glow, a stark contrast to its previous miserable state.

Kong Sang slowly stood up, feeling the new skin, and a feeling of comfort welled up in her heart.

He knew that this was only a temporary relief, and he had to cultivate himself into a demon-Buddha, otherwise his condition would only worsen.

Thinking back to the day, when he passed by those three women, his body involuntarily trembled.

This was not out of fear, but rather an irrepressible excitement and exhilaration.

His gaze was fixed on them, and he was secretly making plans in his mind.

If I could use the skin of these three people on myself, perhaps I would never have to worry about skin ulcers again.

For some reason, he had such strong self-confidence.

These three women exuded a heavy aura of yin energy, a mixture of malevolent and murderous intent, which seemed to make even ghosts retreat.

In this Hongmen Inn, they could chat and eat melon seeds with ease, which shows their extraordinary abilities.

Kong Sang knew clearly that he must not act rashly when facing these three people.

Recalling Deng Xiaoping's various actions, they became even more cautious.

Old Deng has always been cautious in his actions and has kept a certain distance from these three women. This made Kong Sang realize that acting rashly would only bring unpredictable consequences.

He stood by the bed, quietly thinking about the three women, pondering his next move, his mind in turmoil.

After observing in secret for a long time, Old Deng finally prepared to make his move.

On a cold winter day, a plate of stir-fried potatoes, fragrant meat, and three bowls of white rice were laid out on the table in the inn.

After putting down the dishes, Xiao Hong silently retreated to the kitchen, while Hua Niang fiddled with the abacus. The crisp, clear sound of the abacus beads echoed in the inn, adding a unique rhythm to the slightly tense atmosphere.

The short-haired woman was about to pick up some food when she suddenly noticed something unclean in the dish.

She picked it up and saw that it was a fat, green worm.

I hesitated for a moment, then threw the bug under the table and stomped on it until it was dead.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

After chirping three times, the insect died instantly.

Old Deng, who was secretly observing, felt a chill run down his spine and sensed something was wrong.

This was a rare Gu worm for him! He couldn't hold back any longer and quickly ran out.

He suddenly overturned the table, staring at the insects crushed into mud, his eyes wide with rage and bloodshot.

"Damn it, you deserve to die, I'm going to kill you."

Old Deng roared and suddenly grabbed the woman's neck with one hand.

His face was filled with anger and madness, as if he had lost his mind.

The woman's face turned red from being choked, but she showed no fear; her eyes revealed stubbornness and defiance.

Old Deng's grip tightened, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on this woman.

The atmosphere at the inn was extremely tense, and a fierce conflict seemed imminent.

"What are you doing? Let go of Cailian!"

The woman with braids cried out in disbelief.

However, at this moment, Old Deng was clearly furious, and the anger in his heart made him want to strangle the woman in his hands immediately.

The woman's cries did nothing to stop Old Deng's frenzied actions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three loud gunshots rang out, like thunderclaps, and everyone froze instantly.

The man's hands trembled, and his first shot went astray, missing the target.

The bullet whistled past, leaving a tense trail in the air.

The second shot knocked off Old Deng's hat. Old Deng felt a chill on his head and was greatly alarmed.

The third shot, however, struck the short-haired woman directly in the thigh.

Woman with double braids: "…………………………"

Startled, Old Deng quickly let go and rolled over to hide to the side.

The woman with the twin braids stared at the scene before her, utterly speechless.

She glared fiercely at Gu Weiliang, her heart beginning to race.

"Don't you even open your eyes when you fire a gun?"

Gu Weiliang's brows relaxed, but he was also filled with lingering fear. "Luckily we didn't get it, otherwise we would have been in a terrible situation."

The short-haired woman's thigh was bleeding profusely, and the pain instantly turned her face deathly pale.

She clenched her teeth, trying to endure the intense pain, but soon the pain overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, and she gradually lost consciousness.

The air was thick with tension and a sense of bloodshed, and everyone fell silent, unsure of what to do next.

"I'm sorry, comrade, I didn't mean to. You looked so fierce just now, I panicked and fired the gun," Gu Weiliang explained humbly.