Ming Luo hid in the pool of shadows and watched the evasive demon's every move from afar. On the other side, Ye Zhihan was fighting with an unknown opponent.
About ten minutes later, Ye Zhihan returned to the roof carrying a golden unidentified object.
"Ye Zhihan, what's in your hand?" Ming Luo emerged from the pool of shadows and curiously probed into the ball of something resembling golden liquid in his hand.
"The plaque of Shixianglou." Ye Zhihan directly imprisoned the evasive demon entangled by vines in the shadow prison to prevent him from escaping again.
"Plaque?" Ming Luo was a little confused. Such a ball of golden fluid didn't look like a large plaque at all, right?
"Hmm." Ye Zhihan threw the golden fluid in his hand into the air, and the golden fluid immediately extended into three large gold-plated characters: Shixianglou.
Ye Zhihan still held the little tail of the word "Lou" tightly in his hand, so he didn't have to worry about it escaping.
Mingluo recalled the scene when she stepped into Shixianglou. At that time, she did see the three large gold-plated characters of Shixianglou move by themselves.
"Even the plaque has become a monster?!" Ming Luo felt that this world was full of surprises and shocks.
"Everything can be cultivated, it just depends on opportunity." After Ye Zhihan finished speaking, he crumpled up the three gold-plated characters and stuffed them into his pocket.
Fat Peach, who had been hiding for a long time, finally emerged after realizing that there was no danger. Seeing Mingluo's astonishment, it added, "Of course, everything can become a demon. The restaurant below us is also a demon. Its scent is the color of antique sandalwood, which smells quite pleasant."
As he spoke, Fat Tao took a deep breath of the cold night air with satisfaction, but ended up sneezing from the cold. Ming Luo then held Fat Tao in his arms to keep it warm.
As she followed Ye Zhihan back to the guest room, she said in shock, "A building turned into a monster? This is too bizarre!"
Seeing that Mingluo seemed very interested, Ye Zhihan gave her a brief introduction to the accommodation conditions on the Suma Continent.
In the Suma continent, many wealthy races and families are willing to use spiritual houses as their own residences. Firstly, the spiritual houses are extremely loyal to the owners and are the first choice for guarding the house; secondly, after the spiritual houses truly become demons, they will unconditionally protect their own families to a large extent, and also guarantee their future lives.
Some houses, after becoming demons, experience a surge in spiritual power, even actively casting barriers to protect the families within. Therefore, even if a spiritual house can't be found immediately, large families are willing to invest time and effort in supporting the "house spirit." Who wouldn't want a guardian spirit of their own?
Nowadays, the gods of mansions are popular, and many shops are also deliberately cultivating gods to protect the house. The Shixianglou where they are now is a typical example.
"To be able to open a restaurant in a prime location in an important city with a strong transportation and commercial connection, and to offer sacrifices to the god of the mansion, this hotel must have a powerful backer." Ming Luo thought while rubbing his hair and speaking out his thoughts.
As Ming Luo finished speaking, an old man's voice rang out, continuing, "How can a small restaurant like ours have a backer? It's just a matter of time, place, and people."
An elegantly dressed old man appeared at the corner of the stairs, and it seemed that he had just walked up from downstairs.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Ming Luo asked politely.
"I'm the owner of the restaurant." The old man stroked his beard pretentiously, and his eyes hidden under his eyebrows kept looking at the two young men in front of him.
One is an insignificant and notorious shadow demon, and the other seems to be just an insignificant little tree demon. That bastard Bi Yi can't even subdue a little tree demon!
"Hello, boss." Ming Luo simply bowed, turned around and wanted to push the door and go back inside, but Ye Zhihan ignored the old man.
"Wait a minute, sirs!" The shopkeeper stretched out his arm to stop Ming Luo.
Ming Luo felt a strong pressure from just one arm. The shopkeeper looked old and frail, but in fact his arms were strong, and he seemed to be a hidden master.
Ye Zhihan, who had been ignoring the shopkeeper, glanced at him coldly and impatiently pushed away the old man's arm that was blocking Ming Luo, but the old man did not intend to retract his arm.
For a moment, Ye Zhihan and the shopkeeper started a Qi competition in the narrow corridor of the inn. The two of them released their Qi to each other without giving in. The air seemed to tremble in the collision of Qi, and even the door of the next door creaked from the impact.
"Wait a minute, sir. You two have damaged my shop's property. You can't just walk away, can you?" the old shopkeeper warned with a wry smile.
"Compensation?" Ye Zhihan responded coldly.
"Boss, the compensation has been calculated." Ming Luo heard the voice before seeing the person. A melodious and pleasant voice came from downstairs. Ming Luo knew that the person was Huangli Xiaoer as soon as he heard it.
The waiter Huangli walked from the corridor to the shopkeeper with his body bent and head lowered, and respectfully handed him a piece of paper full of words. Then Huangli retreated to the stairs with his back bent. Before going downstairs, he looked at Mingluo with an apologetic look.
He was just a waiter who followed orders and lived under someone else's roof. He hoped Mingluo and Ye Zhihan would not blame him.
After receiving the compensation figures, the shopkeeper cleared his throat and began to read: "The floor of the superior guest room is broken, and the compensation is 50,000 spirit stones for renovation costs; the bed in the superior guest room is soiled by plants, and the compensation is 10,000 spirit stones for cleaning costs; the roof of the inn is damaged, and the compensation is 200,000 spirit stones for repair costs."
Then, the shopkeeper folded up the compensation and put it in his arms, and continued with a fake smile: "I will not ask you two for the injury compensation and mental compensation for the plaque of Shixianglou. You just need to return it safely."
While the shopkeeper was reading out the compensation bill, Pang Tao gave Ming Luo a brief introduction to the currency concept of the Suma Continent. The big meal they had today was only worth more than a thousand spirit stones, while meals on weekdays only cost dozens of spirit stones, and meat buns were even cheaper, only two spirit stones could be bought for one.
Mingluo estimated that the currency of the Suma Continent, spirit stones, was roughly equivalent to the human world's coins. The shopkeeper's intention to extort money was too obvious, wasn't it? He was asking for 10,000 yuan just to wash a worn quilt? Ten thousand yuan was enough to buy dozens of new quilts!
Mingluo was the one who got hit by the scam. She has been poor all her life, so she has to give the shopkeeper a clear account of the consequences (σ｀д′)σ!
Ming Luo was about to speak when Ye Zhihan threw the little demon with the plaque of Shixianglou to the ground. It stretched for a long time before it restored its body to the shape of the three words "Shixianglou", while the tail of the word "Lou" was still held in his hand. The little demon tried to struggle free, but after twisting for a long time, it could not escape Ye Zhihan's control and could only make a helpless "嘤" sound.
"What do you mean?" The shopkeeper put away his forced smile, his face full of sophistication that had been washed away by time.
"I should be the one asking you this." Ye Zhihan's eyes were stern. He was dressed in black, his black hair was like a waterfall, his posture was straight, and he exuded an air of superiority and unruliness.
"As long as you repay the restaurant's repair costs, I will naturally not make things difficult for you." The shopkeeper waved his hand, and suddenly many thugs appeared in the inn. They surrounded Ye Zhihan and Ming Luo at the door of the guest room with fierce eyes.
"He did it." Ye Zhihan threw the evasive demon at the shopkeeper's feet. The evasive demon groaned in pain and spat out blood.
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