"Young man, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't make fun of other people's heads." The old man immediately begged for mercy.
"I'll just come and chop the firewood. You can help me get my head back first."
Jiang Linxian retracted the arm holding the head and helped the old man put it on himself.
He wiped the nosebleed on his face and said to the old man: "Grandpa, go and crack firewood. I will do the physical work of adding firewood, and you can do something more relaxed."
The old man stood up with a dark face, walked tremblingly to the pile of logs and started to crack firewood. He kept saying: "Young people today can't bear any hardship. They are really useless."
Jiang Linxian took out the silk scarf in his pocket and wiped the chair where the old man had just sat.
He seemed to hear the old man saying something bad, and immediately asked loudly: "Grandpa, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
"I said you are great, young man. You know how to respect the old and love the young. It's very good!"
"That's right. I see that you are old, so I let you do easy work." Jiang Linxian said seriously: "The traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young has always been my greatest advantage."
When the old man heard this, his arms trembled and he smashed a log in half to vent his anger.
Jiang Linxian held a black iron rod and kept pulling it inside the stove, while putting some wood in it.
If the old man burns firewood the way he did tonight, those logs won't be enough for one night.
Jiang Linxian pulled the charcoal inside the stove and divided the dust at the bottom to both sides to burn the wood with maximum efficiency.
While using an iron rod to remove the ashes from the fire, he found a hairpin covered in ash but silvery white through the night boy.
Jiang Linxian used a wooden stick to pull out the hairpin.
Then wipe it clean with a silk scarf before picking it up for observation.
A piece of information suddenly appeared on the hairpin.
[After I was sold to this place, they made me the leader and faced the ugly faces of those customers every day. I wanted to use this hairpin to resist, but it was snatched away by them. They beat and kicked me, and Always supervise me and prevent me from escaping】
Judging from the information, this hairpin belongs to the leader, and the leader just now is fake. She has run away, and the real leader doesn't know where she is hiding. She may be hiding.
After Jiang Linxian read this piece of information, he couldn't help but think: The leader of the pavilion was sold here and was coerced. As for why a fake leader appeared now, it is still unknown.
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"Why are you so dazed with this hairpin?" The old man came to the room holding a bundle of wood. When he saw Jiang Linxian holding the hairpin in a daze, he asked with a very serious face: "If you are lazy, I will tell the madam."
"I remembered some happy things." Jiang Linxian said, "Why is this hairpin in the stove? Did you lose it?"
"Yes." The old man said, "I was reading a book on alchemy recently. I heard that if you throw metal into the fire, it will turn into very valuable gold, so I have been trying it."
"Don't take my things and throw them back." The old man said angrily: "Take it out, if you don't succeed, I will eat you!"
"I like this hairpin very much. It reminds me of my childhood sweetheart, so I accepted it." Jiang Linxian put the hairpin directly into the inventory.
However, there is another point to note. It is difficult to take out a copy of an item without the owner's consent.
When the old man was about to get angry, Jiang Linxian exchanged some gold in Chaos Mall and handed it to the old man: "In exchange, I will give you this little gold."
Not to mention, the price of this gold is not cheap.
It seems that whether it is the real world or the chaotic world, gold is valuable.
"You're not a bad boy, you know how to behave." The old man said, "Unlike the previous few humans who came in, you always go crazy with me here."
"The end result is to become ashes in my furnace."
Jiang Linxian felt that those players must have come into contact with some of the old man's rules, so they were taught a lesson.
"That's right, the character of respecting the elderly and loving the young is engraved in my bones." Jiang Linxian said.
Winter winter winter!
There was a knock on the iron door outside. The madam pushed open the iron door from the outside and walked in.
He flicked a handkerchief in the air a few times and asked: "The boiling water is almost enough now, no need to boil any more water."
"No. 44, you can go do other things."
Jiang Linxian stood up and said to the old man: "Grandpa, I will leave first. I will come over to help when I have the opportunity."
"You come again? I'm afraid my body and bones won't be able to bear it if you come again."
"Get out of here, you brat!"
"After you burn this wood, you can go and rest."
After giving a few instructions, the Madam took Jiang Linxian and left.
"Mother-in-law, do you need help with anything else?"
"No need tonight, go get some rest early, and remember to get up and clean tomorrow afternoon."
After a few words of warning, the madam turned and left.
The guests in the hall left one after another from the white light curtain.
The originally lively attic suddenly became much quieter.
Many human players have put down their work and are ready to take a rest.
From the pedestrian street to the first floor pavilion and then to this floor pavilion, it is almost five o'clock in the morning.
Jiang Linxian was also very tired. If he hadn't used ghost power to support him, he would have died suddenly.
"Brother Jiang!" Ye Rousheng found Jiang Linxian in the hall and came over with a smile on her face: "Brother Jiang, I just heard a reminder that we are entering the second stage. Did you see through the fake leader in the first stage?"
"Good luck." Jiang Linxian explained.
Ye Rousheng couldn't help but praise him so much that she almost regarded him as an idol.
"By the way, what about the extra money? Hasn't he come up yet?"
"Not yet." Ye Rousheng said helplessly.
"Didn't I tell you the rules?" Jiang Linxian frowned and said.
"Uh..." Ye Rousheng looked a little embarrassed and said, "The rules have been told to us, but having too much money seems to be a disadvantage."
"He raised his hand to perform, but the theater owner wouldn't call his number."
"He didn't even applaud, and the waiters ignored him, and he didn't know why."
Jiang Linxian frowned and couldn't help but wonder: "Can it still be like this?"
"Is this kid lucky or not?"
"He said he also discovered some secrets about the theater waiters." Ye Rousheng said: "Brother Jiang, you can take a look at the ghost chat group information that the three of us formed just now."
Jiang Linxian took out his mobile phone and started to check the messages sent by Qian Duolai:
Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang! I feel like I have nothing left. These ghosts in the theater just don't choose me to perform on stage. Seeing all the players leaving, I am almost left sitting there all alone!
I finally got to perform on stage!
Although I passed the performance, the theater owner said it was too late and asked me to rest here all night... I was so scared!
Brother Jiang, Ye Rousheng, I discovered a big secret in the theater! Those waiters wearing white doll masks are actually players!
The moment they took off their masks, there were numbers like -20 and -30 above their heads!
