Lin Zhenzhen felt something was strange.
She was quite certain she had never seen this face before, yet the way he frowned gave her a strange sense of familiarity.
Lin Zhenzhen originally wanted to investigate carefully, but in the blink of an eye, the person's figure disappeared.
"Sir, why aren't you drinking?" Perhaps because Lin Zhenzhen was the only customer in the shop, the waiter paid extra attention to her.
"Once this tea gets cold, it loses much of its flavor."
There are so many rules to follow when drinking corpse water!
"Acid reflux, stomach pain, bloating. The tea is very good, keep up the good work. I'll come back to taste it properly next time I have the chance."
Before he could refute her, Lin Zhenzhen threw down the spirit stone and hurriedly chased after him.
She quickly reviewed the men in the story who had entanglements with the original owner.
With such profound cultivation, he could enter the Ghost Market unnoticed. He frowned as soon as he saw me, as if he really enjoyed disciplining me.
With all these labels overlapping, Lin Zhenzhen could only think of one person.
[Hey pig, get out there and get to work! Find out where that guy went!]
Okay, just a moment.
After a series of operations, the system finally pointed in a direction. Lin Zhenzhen immediately followed the map displayed in her mind and set off.
After winding through the alleys, we finally stopped in front of the most magnificent building at the end of the street.
"Does this sign say...Ruyi Gambling House?"
Although she didn't know Lianhua's purpose in coming to this place, Lin Zhenzhen wouldn't let go of such an opportunity to complete both the main quest and the side quests.
The system immediately stopped her: [Host, a friendly reminder: several of the highest-ranking demons are gathered inside. Your talismans won't fool them. Rushing in like this carries a high risk of exposure.]
Lin Zhenzhen stopped in her tracks: [Then what should I do?]
The system chuckled twice; "[Ta-da! We recommend you try our newly released Demonic Spray. Just one spray and you'll transform into a true demon!]"
Oh. So that's where she was waiting.
Lin Zhenzhen squinted, scrutinizing the zeros behind the price tag.
[Heh, go to hell.]
Since discovering that she was consuming a lot of contribution points, Lin Zhenzhen made a vow not to easily exchange items in the shop.
She even turned off her exchange privileges to prevent that damn system from constantly eyeing her contribution points.
The little pig lay limply on the ground, its fat jiggling like a pool of liquid.
[I'm innocent! I was just being honest and kind. Going in directly would be too dangerous if I got swollen!]
Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out myself.
Lin Zhenzhen hid in the alley across the street, closely watching the people entering and leaving the gambling den.
She noticed that before going in, everyone would fiddle with their money pouch twice with the owl standing on the left side of the gate.
At first, Lin Zhenzhen didn't realize the significance of this action until she saw someone being stopped at this checkpoint.
His money bag was also thrown heavily to the ground, and several pebbles rolled out of it.
"You penniless wretch, if you don't have money, don't come to the gambling den!"
Okay, Lin Zhenzhen saw it clearly; he really was a poor wretch.
His hair was sparse, his face was bluish-black, his eyes were sunken, and his steps were weak as he drifted. He looked utterly dejected and had no energy whatsoever.
Lin Zhenzhen suddenly felt a pang of heartache; it seemed that no matter where you were, poverty was the original sin.
She pursed her lips, then quickly composed herself and walked forward calmly.
[What the hell?! How dare you, host? There are five or six demons and monsters guarding the door!]
Tch. So what?
Although a bunch of bull-headed and horse-faced demons surrounded them, they were just the lowest-level monsters, merely acting as henchmen.
Ultimately, the decision of whether Lin Zhenzhen can enter rests with the owl at the entrance.
Owls have extremely sensitive hearing, and by fiddling with the money pouches, they can tell whether the customers here can really afford the gambling den's expenses.
Lin Zhen, after all, was a woman who owned a mountain.
It's just money, what's the big deal?
At the same time, owls have a terrible sense of smell, so Lin Zhenzhen wasn't worried at all; they would be able to smell the human scent on her.
However, despite all her careful planning, Lin Zhenzhen overlooked one thing.
That is, what was in front of her was not an ordinary owl, but an owl monster with a thousand years of cultivation.
Lin Zhenzhen calmly adjusted her heavy purse.
This time, however, the owl neither gave permission to pass nor gave a command to drive them away.
Its body was stiff, and its black pupils, set in golden irises, were slightly dilated.
Then it tilted its head, its flat, disc-like head bending a full 270 degrees, as if it were hitting her from all directions.
Lin Zhenzhen's heart skipped a beat.
The thugs behind the owl also sensed something was wrong and eagerly surrounded him.
Just as the conflict was about to ignite, the owl suddenly cooed twice.
This means there's no problem, and it means they agree to let it pass.
Lin Zhenzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she still had to continue acting.
She frowned, looking annoyed at being stopped for so long for no reason.
"What are you looking at? Let me in right now!"
The thugs exchanged glances, then parted to make way for her.
The gate slowly opened, and countless candle flames were contained within various skulls, converging into a dazzling pillar of light that cascaded down like a galaxy.
The sudden increase in light made Lin Zhenzhen squint, feeling a little uncomfortable.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a black figure beside her.
Yan Feichen grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Didn't you say you came here to find someone?"
"yes."
Yan Feichen hummed softly in her ear: "You've found your way here. Looks like someone I know."
No, you don't know him.
Yan Feichen seemed not to hear her words, his hand suddenly tightening: "Who is it?!"
Lin Zhenzhen groaned in pain and turned to scold, "Yan Feichen, are you out of your mind?"
"I've already told you you don't know him, and what business is it of yours who I talk to? Can you please just leave me alone?"
"Are you...?"
Lin Zhenzhen's hand was suddenly flung away.
"Let you go?" Yan Feichen's voice was low and hoarse, his once bright and sparkling phoenix eyes now like a stagnant pool of water.
"If it weren't for me, you would have been captured and boiled into soup outside just now. How could you still be standing here unharmed?"
Yan Feichen's features were contorted, his expression terrifying: "Lin Zhen, in your eyes, is everything I do just being a jerk?"
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