The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then he straightened up and said: "Your distinguished guest can travel everywhere, so he must have great supernatural powers. However, there may be some unrest in Dahe City recently. Although it is nothing to your distinguished guest, it will disturb your elegant enjoyment. Therefore, it is best for distinguished guests not to go to secluded places in the evening.”
Thinking of what he had just experienced, and combined with the waiter's reminder, Huang Huai was sure that Dahe City at night was probably not as peaceful as what he had seen during the day. Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and Huang Huai remained calm. He smiled at the waiter and said, "Thank you so much, brother!"
The waiter stepped back, Huang Huai closed the courtyard door and walked towards the main room in the middle.
In the lobby of Ping'an Inn, the innkeeper saw the waiter coming back with a smile and couldn't help but said: "It seems like you got a reward!"
The waiter chuckled and said: "Third uncle, I have never seen anyone wrong with my eyes. This guy looks like an ordinary person at first glance, but he is definitely a hidden master!"
The innkeeper still quite trusts his nephew's ability to read people. He had nothing to do at the moment, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard what he said: "I don't think he is an ordinary person, you kid?" How can you tell that someone is hiding something? Don’t be blinded by the rewards."
When the waiter heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "Third uncle, you can doubt others, but you can't doubt your nephew's ability to see people."
Seeing that the waiter was getting anxious, the innkeeper smiled like an old man and said: "Then you should tell me, how do you judge what others are hiding?"
The waiter said with a mysterious look: "Third uncle, do you know what I saw on this man's wrist just now?"
The innkeeper said in surprise: "What?"
"What a treasure of incense! It is a string of extremely precious red sandalwood beads, and in the string of beads is a jade statue the size of a thumb."
At this time, even the innkeeper's face showed a bit of solemnity. In this world, as long as it involves the statue of a god, no matter how high it is, it cannot be taken too seriously.
When the waiter saw his third uncle's reaction, he said: "Let's not talk about the preciousness of red sandalwood. It has always been a raw material for making top-grade statues of gods or top-grade incense candles. Can it be simple for people who can use it to make bracelets? The most important thing is The most obvious thing is that the statue is carved from high-quality jade. Although I don't see clearly why the statue is sacred, since it is something to be worn, it is most likely that it was specially cast by the strong for the younger generations to protect themselves. A treasure of incense.”
Hearing this, the innkeeper couldn't help but said with a bit of envy: "Incense treasure, it must be at least a third-level powerhouse to have the energy to sacrifice. If it is a treasure that is sacrificed by a more powerful being, The incense weapon is said to be even comparable to a real divine weapon, and even ordinary people can kill a god with it."
The waiter's eyes were also full of yearning and he said: "Yes, if I can have a piece of incense and treasure to protect myself, I can rest in peace even if I die..."
With a bang, the innkeeper smashed a book on the waiter's head and said, "You kid are really daydreaming. You can only imagine treasures such as incense and treasures."
Then he glanced at the waiter and said: "Since this person has an extraordinary background, you have to serve me like a human being. I can't say that when this noble person is happy, you can just show something from the seam of his hand and let you have a lot of fun!"
The waiter nodded with deep understanding.
Here Huang Huai walked into the living room and looked around. The room was antique and filled with a different kind of smell.
Huang Huai casually placed the package he had carried all day on the table, and Huang Huai first walked around the courtyard. In addition to the main hall, this small courtyard also has a study room with a bookshelf and some books. An extremely spacious bedroom.
Sitting in the living room, drinking tea, Huang Huai couldn't help but recall the experience just now. He was certain that the feeling he had just now that he was being targeted by some terrifying existence was definitely not an illusion, especially now that he recalled that pair of The eyes in the darkness that made his heart palpitate still made him feel chilly in his heart.
He took a sip of warm tea and held the tea cup with both hands, as if he wanted to get some warmth from the warm tea cup.
"What kind of world is this? Since there are gods and demons that can be called miraculous blessings, I'm afraid there are also evil spirits and demons that are causing trouble!"
After a while, after a cup of tea, he felt a little warmer in his body. He stood up. Huang Huai first put the package into the bedroom, then walked through the hall and entered the study next to it. His eyes naturally fell on that row. On the bookshelf.
Looking at the neatly arranged books, Huang Huai couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He was confused about the specific situation of this world. Aren't these books in front of him the best source of information about this world?
Thinking of this, Huang Huai stepped forward quickly, his eyes fell on the books, and he took out one and opened it. When he saw the font on it clearly, Huang Huai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was Traditional Chinese. Although he could only recognize most of the characters, they remained true to their origins, and even Meng Daicai could roughly understand their meaning.
Just like the book he opened, the title of the book is "The Biography of God Lieyang". The prologue tells the life biography of a cultivator named Lieyang God.
Huang Huai subconsciously wanted to find historical books, so he just glanced at the biography in his hand and then looked at the bookshelf in front of him.
There are dozens or hundreds of books on the bookshelf, which is already a lot. But at a glance, nine out of ten of them are biographies.
There were no historical books that Huang Huai was looking for in "The Legend of the God Who Conquered Demons in Tai'an and Guangning", "The Legend of the Eight-Armed God in Dongping", and "The Legend of the God of Ox Demons in Heyang".
There was a bang, and Huang Huai, who was looking at these biographical books, couldn't help being startled. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw that the originally open windows in the study room were blown by the wind, and one of the windows hit the There was a sound above the window edge.
Looking at the window that creaked in the wind, and then at the dark night sky outside, Huang Huai's heart reappeared that pair of crazy eyes that left a deep impression on him, and there was a crisis in his heart.
After looking at the study, Huang Huai immediately went to the main hall.
Jingle bells, a bell rang. The waiter, who was guessing with the shopkeeper about who Huang Huai was and what kind of powerful background he had, trotted over and said to Huang Huai respectfully: "What does your distinguished guest need?"
Although he didn't know why the waiter seemed more respectful than before, Huang Huai didn't think much about it. He just glanced at the waiter, made a gesture, and casually threw a silver melon seed to the waiter. : "I want to be alone here for these two days..."
