Just when the business in the North and South Taverns was turning from the hottest to dying out.
Suddenly a group of men with evil faces and swords came outside the door.
Since the tavern only entertained heroes from the jungle, the waiter did not have any suspicion, but entertained them enthusiastically.
The night is getting deeper, and the moonlight is hidden in the depths of the clouds.
Most of the guests in the tavern had left, and the waiter was yawning while wiping the tables.
Shopkeeper Jia was leaning on the counter, calculating today's income and expenses.
Wei Ran had an unknown number of bottles of wine refilled, and it was almost finished. He threw the last fennel bean into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and looked at the last group of guests not far away.
Normally, Wei Ran would have already taken his precious wine gourd and left.
Suddenly the group of people became noisy.
"what happened?"
"Xiao He! Xiao He! Wake up!"
"Xiao He, what's wrong with you!"
"Brother... Xiao He seems to be poisoned!"
When the waiter heard the sound, he put the linen cloth on his shoulders, looked up first, and then walked over.
Boss Jia also noticed something strange. He put down the accounting pen in his hand and was just about to go over and see what happened.
Wei Ran stopped him.
Boss Jia looked at Wei Ran in confusion and asked in a low voice, "Immortal Wei?"
Wei Ran chewed the beans in his mouth without saying a word.
Boss Jia is also a shrewd person. He saw that Wei Ran's eyes were not drunk at all after drinking several bottles of wine. Normally Wei Ran would have been so drunk that he was talking all kinds of drunken words and could not stand up.
Now he is calm and composed, there must be something fishy.
Dealing with immortal cultivators is a very dangerous thing. Immortal cultivators regard ordinary people as ants. If you make disrespectful remarks from the immortals, your whole family may be killed.
Doing business with immortal cultivators is even more dangerous.
These immortal cultivators are only stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength and martial arts, but their inner qualities fluctuate.
No one dares to bet that the immortal cultivator in front of him is a quality gentleman or a poor executioner.
As a result, the cultivators in the world of immortality are divided into two factions, one is the righteous cultivators, and the other is the evil cultivators.
Immortal cultivators' methods are unpredictable. If you get a little hint from an immortal cultivator in a life-or-death situation, you can completely avoid dangerous difficulties in advance.
So Boss Jia decided to stand back at the counter and wait and see.
While Boss Jia was thinking about it, the waiter had already walked into the group of people.
And asked: "Dear guests, what's going on?"
"Ouch——!" The waiter suddenly flew out of the crowd, fell to the ground, and turned several somersaults. The fall was so heavy that he struggled for a long time before he could stand up.
"Hey! If you have something to say, why don't you hit people!" Boss Jia quickly ran out from behind the counter, beckoning a group of thugs to follow him.
"Are you the boss?" The group was led by a bald and strong man in green clothes, who stared at Boss Jia with eyes as big as bells and said angrily.
"They say that the North and South Tavern is the most reputable tavern within a hundred miles, hum! I didn't expect you to sell us fake wine!"
"How could it be fake wine?" Boss Jia is also a man who has seen Fenglang, but at this time, sweat has begun to form on his forehead.
"You still dare to deny it?" The bald man reached out to catch Boss Jia, but was stopped by the thugs beside Boss Jia. The bald man roared and punched the troublesome guy in front of him away, and the foundation-building condensation burst out. The cultivation of the third Yuan level immediately shocked other thugs in the body tempering and forging realm.
These ordinary warriors who have not sensed the true energy dare not even look at this bald man.
"What? You don't dare to admit that you have to do something to sell fake wine?" The bald man looked around and saw that the thugs were cowardly and they didn't dare to look at them.
The bald man sneered and grabbed Boss Jia's collar.
Then he pointed at his companion lying on the table and said angrily: "See for yourself! You are such a black-hearted boss. Even if you sell fake wine, you actually poison it! You poisoned a good brother of mine. On weekdays, my brother drinks 300 yuan." A big bowl is not a problem, so why do you foam at the mouth and turn purple when you drink the wine in your shop without even finishing a bowl!"
"Tell me why!"
Boss Jia took out a silk scarf from his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He forced himself to calm down and said, "I don't know what's going on with your brother, but I can guarantee that the wine I sell is absolutely fine."
"You still don't know what happened? He was killed by your poisoned wine!" The bald man looked like he wanted to eat people, and said angrily: "Give my brother his life!"
Boss Jia argued with reason: "I have no grievances against you, how could I poison you?"
"This...this doesn't make sense!"
The bald man raised his fist and said angrily: "How dare you deny it after everything has already happened! You evil-hearted boss, I will do justice for you today!"
Boss Jia quickly raised his hand to resist and shouted: "Wait! Strong man! There must be a misunderstanding!"
The bald man said coldly: "Misunderstanding? Humph! Do you dare to guarantee that your wine is all good wine without poison?"
Boss Jia said seriously: "I can guarantee that integrity comes first when doing business outside. It is absolutely impossible for me to sell fake or poisonous wine!"
The bald man said: "That's great! Let me ask you, did you buy this bottle of wine now?"
Boss Jia said: "Yes!"
The bald man asked: "Do you think this pot of wine is not poisonous?"
Boss Jia: “Yes!”
The bald man picked up the jug and put it in front of Boss Jia, and said: "But my brother drank it and was poisoned and fell down. If you firmly believe that you were not poisoned, then drink this jug of wine! Do you dare?" ?”
Boss Jia stared at the pot of wine, trembling his lips and said: "This... this..."
Boss Jia knew that these people were here to cause trouble, but since he was behind the scenes of Xuanming Sect in Shangyang and happened to be away from the sect in recent days, he could go directly to the elders of the sect.
But distant water cannot quench near thirst.
You have to bear this disaster yourself.
"You have a guilty conscience! Then give back my brother's life!" The bald man shouted angrily again.
Helpless, Boss Jia stretched out his trembling hands to take the wine bottle, and said in a trembling voice: "Drink! Drink! I'll drink!"
He knew in his heart that this jug of wine must have been tampered with.
If you drink it, it will be poisonous, and you will probably have to lie down. If you are really poisoned by the elixir given by the immortal, you can cure it, but the matter of selling poisonous wine will be confirmed. But if you don't drink it, and word spreads that someone has drunk poisonous wine in the North and South Tavern, there will be no business in the future.
These individuals' blackmail methods are despicable and vicious.
When he saw Boss Jia taking the wine bottle, the bald man's mouth raised a sly smile that suggested success.
Boss Jia looked at the wine bottle in his hand and hesitated for a long time, wondering whether it was better to drink or not.
At this moment, a dirty hand took the wine bottle from Boss Jia's hand.
"Hahaha, what kind of good wine is it for me to try?"
Wei Ran didn't know when Wei Ran appeared behind Boss Jia. No one saw or noticed him, like a ghost.
This surprised the bald man.
When a person appears unexpectedly, everyone will be shocked.
The bald man said coldly: "You stinking beggar has no business here, so get out of here!"
Wei Ran pouted and shook his head like a rattle, and said: "No, no, I've finished my wine, and you still have a lot of wine. I think you push me and I push you, and no one drinks. Why don't you give me, a stinky beggar, a break?"
The bald man frowned, but he couldn't let him ruin his plan.
The bald man looked sideways at Zhou Wenrui, who was sitting behind him.
Zhou Wenrui nodded silently.
The bald man thought so, reached out directly to grab Wei Ran, and said, "Stay away, you stinky beggar, and bring me the things!"
Wei Ran's figure was erratic, avoiding the claw, and in a blink of an eye he was sitting on a wooden stool nearby. He opened the lid of the wine bottle and smelled the aroma of the wine inside with a look of enjoyment.
"Good wine! Good wine! Good wine!"
Boss Jia quickly came over, held Wei Ran's hand and said, "Xianren Wei, you can't drink!"
Wei Ran threw away Boss Jia's hand impatiently and said with an unhappy expression: "You boss, how much wine have I bought in your store, but you still secretly keep such fine wine for them to drink but not for me! "
The bald man's thoughts were like lightning, and he finally smiled and said: "Since this beggar friend wants to drink, let him drink. If this beggar drinks and he is fine, he will be fine. If this beggar dies, haha, boss, you have to give My brother deserves his life!"
Boss Jia was already sweating profusely. He quickly waved his hand to Wei Ran and said, "You can't drink it. You really can't drink it!"
Wei Ran laughed loudly and said: "There is no reason not to drink good wine. Even if the wine contains intestinal poison, even if you die, you will die happily."
Then he raised his head and drank the wine in the pot.
