Everything was just as Zhao Ji had expected. Basically, as soon as Zhao Ji entered the room of the inn, the waiter of the inn started talking and gesticulating to the shopkeeper next to him.

Zhao Ji specifically asked for a room with a window, through which he could see the bustling street outside.

Those people from southern Xinjiang wearing strange clothes on the streets engage in trade and communication just like normal people from the Central Plains.

But the food here seems a bit strange. There are some stalls on the street with only one word "insect" on the flags hung on them.

Seeing this scene, Hu Rou asked in confusion: "What are they selling? They are so far away that they can't see clearly!"

Mingyue rubbed her aching shoulders and said, "If I'm not mistaken, those stalls should be selling insects to eat!"

"Bugs!" Hu Rou shouted softly when she heard this.

"Why would they eat bugs? Is there nothing else to eat?" It was obvious that Hu Rou, who was in the north, could not understand this eating habit at all.

After all, Mingyue has a mother who used to be a saint in southern Xinjiang, and she has heard much more things than these two people.

"My mother once said that the reason why people in southern Xinjiang eat insects is not because food is not abundant, but because they regard insects as the spirit of all things. They believe that the essence in the bodies of insects cannot be represented by other animals."

"This is also why some witchcraft in southern Xinjiang chooses to use insects as media, because they worship these insects!"

After hearing Mingyue's introduction, Zhao Ji and Hu Rou understood a little bit why.

"It seems we have to bring Mingyue with us, otherwise we will be really helpless here!" Zhao Ji said with a smile.

In fact, Zhao Ji had already discovered that Mingyue had become a little worried after entering the southern border. She was no longer playing happily every day like before.

But this is understandable. After all, this is his mother's hometown. Now his mother can no longer come back. As a child, Mingyue comes back to see her hometown on behalf of her mother, so it is natural that she will be moved by the scene.

As the three were talking, there was a knock on the door and the person who came in was none other than the waiter.

The shop assistant was holding a tray with some tea and snacks on it.

"Please enjoy your meal, my dear guests. These are all sent by the shopkeeper. They are also our southern Xinjiang specialty. Since you have come from afar, you can have a taste!"

The waiter had a big smile on his face, but his awkward Chinese revealed a bit of unfamiliarity.

Just when the waiter put down his things and prepared to go out, Zhao Ji suddenly called the waiter.

"I wonder if the waiter can tell me something." Zhao Ji asked.

The waiter turned around, smiling broadly, and said, "If you need anything, please let me know. I will tell you everything I know."

Zhao Ji noticed that the waiter's smile and expression were a little stiff, and he thought that the waiter was not willing to receive outsiders.

"The reason why my husband and I came to Southern Xinjiang is to find a miracle doctor. I wonder if there are any famous miracle doctors here. Money is not a problem, as long as he has real skills and knowledge!"

Zhao Ji said this with a smile as he reached out and took out some change and stuffed it into the waiter's hand.

The strange thing was that the moment he touched the waiter, Zhao Ji only felt a little cold, and he could not hear the waiter's inner voice.

It's not the feeling of not thinking about anything, but rather the feeling of being completely quiet and silent.

However, Zhao Ji did not take these anomalies to heart. He was counting on the waiter to act with him.

The waiter chuckled and lowered his head as if thinking about something. Not long after, he lowered his head and said, "The most famous doctor in this town is naturally in the Rotten Foot Alley in front. Although the alley is dirty and messy, there is indeed a capable old man hiding there. It is rumored that he was once a member of the Saint Maiden Clan, but the rumor is just hearsay. This old man only knows some witchcraft. If you are not afraid, you can go there..."

Zhao Ji and the other three looked at each other and saw the eagerness to try in each other's eyes.

Finally I found someone who knows how to perform witchcraft.

Before setting off, Zhao Ji had looked through some information and did some research on southern Xinjiang.

Although southern Xinjiang is a small place, there are many taboos, such as what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten, and who can talk and who cannot talk.

However, no matter what kind of outrageous regulations they are, they all have one core.

That is, when dealing with people who know how to cast witchcraft, you have to be extra careful, because these people have strange tempers and may use witchcraft on you if you don't agree with them on something.

Or maybe you guys are chatting too much, so I might put a spell on you.

In a nutshell, no one can figure out the temper of this group of people.

But Zhao Ji knew very well that those who could truly come into contact with the royal family of Southern Xinjiang must be those who knew the art of witchcraft.

Because the art of witchcraft was passed down from the royal family, which means that as long as you know the art of witchcraft, you are more or less related to the royal family.

The former Holy Maiden Clan was also part of the royal family of Southern Xinjiang, and could even be said to be the direct bloodline. Later, in the historical evolution of Southern Xinjiang, they gradually changed from the direct line to a branch, and this was simply due to the alternation of power.

In fact, the clan of the Southern Border Saint has royal blood flowing in their veins. As for the closeness, it depends on which clan the person sitting in that position belongs to.

Therefore, Zhao Ji and his team's goal when they entered the city this time was to find someone who knew witchcraft, and preferably to establish a relationship with them.

If you can't establish connections, you can take it step by step.

Find out whatever you can.

After answering Zhao Ji and the others' questions, the waiter turned and left the room.

The tea on the table was steaming and the pastries were emitting bursts of fragrance.

After such a long journey, and having not eaten such exquisite pastries for a long time, Hu Rou was suddenly moved and was about to reach out to pinch a piece of pastry and put it in her mouth.

Mingyue reached out and hit Hu Rou's wrist.

Hu Rou cried out in pain, then looked at Mingyue with a puzzled look.

Mingyue sighed, closed the window, and then walked to the door to carefully observe whether the waiter had gone far away.

After making sure no one was listening, he slowly pointed at the cakes on the table and said, "When you enter the territory of Southern Xinjiang, don't eat anything that is given to you for free! This cake may smell fragrant, but there might be a fat bug hiding inside, waiting to burrow into your body!"

Hu Rou felt that Mingyue seemed to be a little paranoid: "Our room is so expensive, isn't it normal for him to send some cakes to the inn? Are you too vigilant?"