When Ma Xiaoling heard about the fine wines in the tavern that could enhance strength, her face was full of disbelief.

However, when she followed Uncle Jiu's gaze to the wine list in the distance and saw the contents clearly, her expression suddenly turned into shock.

She then learned about the treasure pavilion, the hero's order, and the restaurant from several people.

When she learned about the dazzling array of treasures and the ability to "call people" across dimensions, the surprise on her face became even more intense.

She wanted to rush over to take a look and try them one by one, but Uncle Jiu's question temporarily dispelled her fantasy.

"Are there many ghosts in your world?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words and seeing Yan Chixia and Zuo Qianhu looking over, Ma Xiaoling nodded and said, "Of course not. I went there to help people catch ghosts."

"Is your world also in the midst of war?" Yan Chixia asked in surprise.

In his world, treacherous officials are in power, monsters are rampant, and uprisings are rising one after another in various places.

The world where Uncle Jiu lives is the same, with internal and external troubles, and the people are living in misery.

The two had discussed this and agreed that troubled times were a paradise for ghosts.

"That's not the case," Ma Xiaoling shook her head. "The war ended decades ago, and the global situation is generally peaceful now."

"Then why are there so many ghosts?" Uncle Jiu wondered.

Thinking of what Uncle Jiu had said earlier, that he had already caught more than two handfuls of zombies, Ma Xiaoling suddenly felt that what he said might not be accurate enough.

The more or less cannot be judged by feeling alone, but by comparison.

She changed the topic and said, "Although there are many ghosts, compared to your place, they may not be that many."

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was hesitant to speak, she said, "I opened a cleaning company that specializes in this business. I can only receive one valid ghost catching business every month."

"Where are the zombies?" asked Uncle Jiu.

"They were all eliminated by my family's elders many years ago, leaving only the first generation of zombie generals hiding outside," Ma Xiaoling said, hesitated, and continued, "But there may be some that slipped through the net."

Hearing her words, Uncle Jiu's eyes lit up.

These old customers have long since figured out the rules.

According to past experience, 90% of the guests were invited to the tavern before a major change occurred.

It was when he met Old Master Ren.

Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian broke into the tavern one after another.

A few days ago, Lin Daiyu was when her father was dying.

The last Supreme Treasure who entered the tavern almost wore the golden hoop and became a running dog of Buddhism.

Judging from Ma Xiaoling's tone at this time, it was clear that something had happened! "What?" Yan Chixia asked.

He also knew these rules and was very interested in them.

Ma Xiaoling looked at the two of them curiously, feeling that there seemed to be some trick that she didn't understand.

She was silent for half a second, then recounted her earlier experience in general: "I was invited by the richest man in the island country..."

"It must have been a zombie that sucked all the blood!" Uncle Jiu said with certainty.

Yan Chixia asked suspiciously, "You said that the rich man invited you over and asked you about the zombies?"

Ma Xiaoling nodded.

"Is this not his conspiracy?" Zuo Qianhu suddenly interrupted.

Seeing the three people looking at her, Ma Xiaoling shook her head and smiled, "What conspiracy could he have? It's impossible that he raised the zombie, right?"

"That may not be the case." Uncle Jiu said solemnly, "The Japanese are petty-minded and lack righteousness. They are despicable and like to engage in shady activities. As the only heir of an exorcist family, you might be a trap set by the other side for you!"

"What trap can he set for me?" Ma Xiaoling chuckled and shook her head. "If he really wants to deal with me, he can just hire gangsters."

Considering Ryuichi Yamamoto's worth, it would not be difficult to hire someone to kill her.

After listening to Ma Xiaoling's explanation, Uncle Jiu and the others felt that this statement seemed to make sense.

"That's because of your identity as an exorcist that he's interested in you," Uncle Jiu said thoughtfully, "You said that not all zombies in your world are monsters that only know how to kill. Many of them still retain consciousness..."

Yan Chixia added: "Plus, he is very old, so would he want to turn himself into a zombie in order to gain immortality?"

Ma Xiaoling was slightly stunned and felt that this was really possible.

She had heard that wealthy people would do anything to prolong their lives. Yamamoto Ryuichi was the richest man on the island and was so generous that he seemed to be raising ghosts. He might really have this idea.

As an exorcist, if zombies really exist, the probability of him encountering them is higher! His son Yamamoto Takeshi is just a cover, and the one who is really interested in zombies is actually him!

Ma Xiaoling felt her mind suddenly become clear, and she angrily said, "None of these Japanese people are good people. Even if I run into a zombie, I won't tell him!"

"That's right." Uncle Jiu nodded.

"He looks nice on the surface and is generous, but I didn't expect that he has such dark thoughts..." Ma Xiaoling kept complaining.

Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.

"Could it be that he is not interested in zombies, but is a zombie himself?"

"Impossible!" Ma Xiaoling retorted subconsciously.

However, she saw that Uncle Jiu and the others in front of her were all looking respectfully behind her and calling her "Sir" in unison.

Ma Xiaoling turned around and saw a handsome man with an extraordinary temperament.

She instinctively looked away, lowered her head slightly, and reservedly called out "Sir" like the others.

She had already recognized that the man who spoke was the owner of the tavern.

Even if Uncle Jiu and the others didn't say it, she knew what kind of person the owner of the magical tavern was.

"It turns out that little Japanese soldier was a zombie!" Uncle Jiu said with a look of sudden realization.

Ma Xiaoling was still somewhat skeptical. She just glanced at Su Luo and said nothing.

Yan Chixia winked at her wildly.

He knew very well how powerful and how high Su Luo's status was.

It's rare to be in the mood to talk, and if you don't seize the opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Ma Xiaoling understood what Yan Chixia meant, and she said quickly, "Please give me some advice, sir."

Su Luo smiled and said, "Did he tell you that his son's name is Yamamoto Takeshi?"

"Yes." Ma Xiaoling immediately believed it 70%.

She hasn't told anyone else Yamamoto Takeshi's name yet.

Su Luo leaned against a table and smiled, "Yamamoto Ryuichi and Yamamoto Takeshi are actually the same person. His real name is Yamamoto Kazuo."

"Yamamoto Kazuo?" Ma Xiaoling racked her brains and realized that she had never heard of this name.

Su Luo then said: "Tell Kuang Tianyou, he must know this name."

"Sir, do you still know Kuang Tianyou?" Ma Xiaoling blurted out.

Su Luo waved his hand, stopped a few guys who wanted to take the opportunity to flatter him, and said with a smile: "They are old friends!"

"Oh." Ma Xiaoling nodded.

She had just spoken when she suddenly raised her head quickly.

Old friend?!

(End of this chapter)