Hua Chao didn't know what a cell phone was.

But the shopkeeper did tell him a string of numbers before he set out.

At this moment, Hua Chao, sitting in the carriage, was thinking about a question: Is this carriage real, or is it the carriage of hell?

"This is a long way to go. This is the first time I've run such a long order." The coachman sighed, "But you can go anywhere if you pay. I heard that someone took a day and a night in the past. I didn't expect that I would meet one today..."

Hua Chao sat in the carriage and looked outside. The glass in the carriage was very large. He found that the window was inlaid with a layer of transparent colored glaze. Outside was flying yellow sand. He was sitting in the carriage. Hell and the human world seemed to be separated, just because of a barrier.

In the spreading yellow sand not far away, he seemed to see a group of people standing there, but the group of people seemed to be unable to see him from a distance, or... it was because his speed was too fast, just like a ghost.

Just like he was now alive and coming out of the Devil Valley, this matter seemed to him like something he could only imagine before his death, and it could not happen in reality at all.

"How did you... find me?"

"Ah? I followed the map." The coachman said.

"There is a map in a place like this?" Hua Chao was a little unbelievable.

"Look at what you said, how can there be no map."

The coachman's calm words made Hua Chao not know what to say.

Indeed, there should be maps everywhere in this world, and there should be maps drawn wherever people have walked.

But how many places can a person reach in this world?

The carriage continued to gallop forward with Hua Chaodu. No matter how stupid Hua Chaodu was, he knew that he was saved by the shopkeeper again.

He couldn't understand why the shopkeeper did this. After all, he was a member of the court and was almost naturally opposed to the underworld.

This coachman should belong to some kind of organization. He was similar to those who often delivered things to the inn before. Another trump card of the shopkeeper was exposed in front of him. However, no one in the world knew how many trump cards the shopkeeper had. The man

in front of him was different from the previous people who delivered things. He seemed to like talking more, so Hua Chaodu asked him a lot of questions.

"How many people like you can there be?"

"Like me? There are countless, how can I know." said the coachman.

"Countless?" Hua Chaodu repeated.

"That's right. It's hard to find a job these days. I can only do this kind of work to support my family."

The coachman in front of him said something humorously that Hua Chaodu would never believe. After all, he had never heard of anyone willing to confront such an organization in order to support his family.

"By the way, I took too long to look at this list, and I bought some food temporarily, but I left it behind." The man in front of him continued to speak in that cheerful and abnormal voice, "You can take it if you want to eat."

Hua Chaodu groped behind him and found some water and some food after a while.

The water was in a special kettle, which was rare in Hua Chaodu. It was not like the kettles commonly seen in the desert, but more like the medicine bottles that the shopkeeper often drank.

Hua Chaodu's eyes lit up when he saw the water, and he couldn't wait to open the kettle and take a sip, and then he was suddenly stunned.

It was still cool.

In this place where yellow sand spread, you can actually drink such cool water.

Hua Chaodu was stunned for a long time.

The shopkeeper... was really generous.

...

"Is the shopkeeper angry with Hua Chaodu?" The staff of the inn have been thinking about it privately since they collectively asked the shopkeeper for help that day.

The shopkeeper's reaction at that time was indeed that he wanted to knock Hua Chaodu's Tianlinggai away. The inn's staff also felt the shopkeeper's terrible murderous aura and were so shocked that they didn't say a word.

But when everyone came back and thought about it carefully, they found that it seemed that the shopkeeper didn't do anything excessive to Hua Chaodu, but took the initiative to take this terrible burden.

But this guess seemed to be an illusion, after all... that was Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen was known to everyone as a very straightforward person, sometimes too straightforward. It seemed that there was basically nothing else left in this guy's mind except chopping people.

So, the waiters of the inn thought for a few seconds, and thought hesitantly, maybe they were just thinking too much?

Or... it's possible.

This matter has almost become an unsolved mystery in the inn. Except for the waiters thinking about it secretly when no one is around, no one has ever mentioned it.

And on this day, a strange guest came to the inn.

"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?" Feng Xiruo was the first to greet him. When he came in front of the man opposite, he was slightly stunned.

Is this considered a boy with a feminine appearance?

Although the person in front of him was wearing a very nice women's dress and walked in a coquettish way, Feng Xiruo could still tell that this should be a man.

"Do you have any good tea? Make me a pot." The man waved his hand and sent Feng Xiruo away.

"Yes." Feng Xiruo stepped back to make tea for the man. Although the man in front of him was strange, he did not ask too many questions.

An inn is supposed to do business from all directions, not to mention a place like theirs, with so many strange people coming and going. The man in front of him is nothing at all.

Feng Xiruo turned around and went to make tea for the strange man, while Xu Erlang took a good look around after sitting down.

——So, this is the legendary Wuming Inn.

Xu Erlang thought.

His face was covered tightly with a veil, and his appearance was pretended so that no one could tell. After all, if others knew that he came to this place, he would probably be in trouble.

He decided to come here after having tea with Wei Yinchen yesterday.

Sure enough... there is something strange about this place. After all, Wei Yinchen is one of the few people who has followed the leader for a long time in a short period of time. Even he would be evasive when mentioning this place. So what is hidden here?

Xu Erlang is a very brave man.

For things he doesn't understand, he will always come here in person, so that he can know what is going on here.

Feng Xiruo came with a pot of tea. Xu Erlang brewed a cup for himself and wanted to take a sip. As a result, the moment the tea entered his mouth, he couldn't help frowning, and then forced himself to swallow the tea. It was

a very unpalatable tea.

It should be aged tea, and the price was very cheap. In Xu Erlang's eyes, it might not even be worthy of the word "tea".

The owner of the Nameless Inn drinks this kind of tea every day?

He calmly put down the teacup and looked around the place carefully. It was

a very ordinary inn.

It was considered a relatively large inn in such a small place, but if it was placed in Yangzhou City, it would probably not make any sound and would disappear in the crowd of other inns. It

was completely unclear why the leader was so concerned.

Xu Erlang did not decide to come to this place for no reason.

He was actually very curious about one thing, and it turned out to be related to their leader.

Their leader appeared in the sect very mysteriously, and no one knew where he came from before, but he became famous in a very short period of time and became a well-deserved leader.

He is resourceful and skilled in martial arts. No one in the world can do anything to him.

But such a leader seems to have an inexplicable vigilance towards the shopkeeper of the Nameless Inn. At least he never comes here.

Xu Erlang remembered what Wei Yinchen, with lifeless eyes, whispered to him when they were drinking tea yesterday.

"The leader said at the time that the shopkeeper of the inn seemed to abide by some agreement, but I don't know what the agreement is..."

Wei Yinchen had no idea what he was doing when he said this. In his opinion, he just drank a cup of tea and then immersed himself in the memories of the past.

So he had no idea that the scene he recalled in his mind was being described to Xu Erlang in front of him bit by bit.

Xu Erlang stroked the teacup gently with his hand, looking at Wei Yinchen who was explaining things to him like a puppet, his expression never changed from beginning to end.

"Agreement?" Xu Erlang laughed and leaned back slightly, "It's really interesting. Feng Wuhen, who only knows how to kill people, actually made an agreement with others. Since you don't know the content of the agreement, who can know?"

"No, I don't know..."

"Is there really no other way?"

"How about you go and take a look yourself?" Wei Yinchen, who was still immersed in hypnosis at the time, suddenly asked back.

Xu Erlang pondered for a while, and suddenly felt that this method was feasible.

So he came in person.

"At present, this place really doesn't seem to be anything special." He stroked the cup in his hand, and felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart, even this cup of tea.

In a flash, he had never tasted such bad tea. He would not even look at such tea when he was dying of thirst.

However, in the Nameless Inn, it was actually considered the best tea.

They say that the overall picture can be seen from the details. At least from the various details in the inn, Xu Erlang really couldn't see what was so great about the shopkeeper of this inn.

One was the high and mighty leader of the moment, and the other was a small shopkeeper who couldn't even afford a cup of good tea.

What was the connection between these two people? How was it possible?

Really... he was confused.

Xu Erlang sneered.

Before he could fade the smile on his face, he suddenly heard the sound of a carriage behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked over, then his eyes suddenly widened, and a hint of incredulity flashed across his eyes.