"Why?"
Song Heqing looked at the gatekeeper in confusion.
The other person was stunned by his face and was stunned for a few seconds. His next words were much slower in tone.
"Our boss has a rule not to receive untouchables with red hair."
Song Heqing traveled through thousands of generations and suddenly understood why the six people before gave him strange looks.
There are indeed some worlds where hair color is used as a measure of rank.
It seems that in this world, red hair is a symbol of low status.
I have become a pariah! ? !
The six people behind quickly came up to smooth things over:
"Senior, let's go live in another house, since they don't welcome us..."
"No, I want to live here."
Song Heqing objected and turned to the gatekeeper:
"Are you sure you don't want to let in? Or is it the law here that prohibits people with red hair from entering?"
Gatekeeper:
"This...the law has been abolished...but I am just a part-time worker, so don't make it difficult..."
"Okay, I won't embarrass you, but I have to stay here today. Go and ask your boss to come out!"
The gatekeeper had no choice but to go back and call the boss.
Song Heqing and Shi Shiran walked into the lobby, and the six-man team followed them.
Advise him:
"Senior, this is someone else's territory. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake, so let's go."
"Wouldn't it be very shameful for you to leave just as you say?"
"Who dares to look for trouble in my inn?"
Unexpectedly, the boss came so quickly.
The visitor was a bearded man with eyes as wide as copper bells. He was estimated to be two meters tall and as strong as a bear.
If an ordinary person stood next to him, his legs would probably weaken from fear.
Song Heqing stepped forward:
"it's me."
"Is it you, a skinny bitch?"
From the boss's point of view, only a white pointed chin can be seen.
"Whatever you do, don't ask me, grandpa, who am I."
Song Heqing took off his hood, revealing a head full of red hair.
"As I said, I don't accept untouchables here..."
Song Heqing raised his head, and the boss took a breath.
Is this what a person can look like? I’ve seen a lot of people traveling from north to south, and this is the first time I’ve seen something so beautiful.
This boss was not a good person either. He suddenly had evil thoughts and changed the subject:
"If you insist on staying, it's not impossible..."
Song Heqing looked at him with a "simple" face and said:
"I can pay for it."
Just write on your face: I am a fat sheep.
"Actually..." The boss pretended to be difficult:
"Well, how about you pay a little more and I'll give you the best room?"
Song Heqing asked: "Don't you not accept red-haired untouchables?"
"Let's not talk about it now. If you have money, why not make it? But considering your red hair, I will ask you more for accommodation fees. It doesn't matter, right?"
"It doesn't matter, it depends on whether you can bear the beating!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party's face fell:
"What do you mean?"
Song Heqing stopped talking nonsense to him, and two red fireballs emerged from his hands, illuminating the entire lobby.
The men eating around were all stunned. They were just watching the fun, but they didn't expect that the other party was a magician, the kind who could cast spells directly without the need for spells.
The boss who is closest can especially feel the heat from it.
He remembered that the other party didn't recite the incantation just now.
A magician who doesn't even recite a spell. Oh my God, I had other thoughts about him just now...
As we all know, don't mess with magicians who have no spells and instant spells, because they are all masters among masters.
In other words, the person in front of me is at least a magician.
The man swallowed and said:
"I was careless just now, and I bumped into senior, please let me know."
"Then I have red hair, can I stay in the hotel?"
"Yes, of course..."
"Then do you need to pay more?"
"Of course not, of course not."
"Well, that's good. I thought it was hard to use my fists these days."
As Song Heqing spoke, he eliminated the fireball in his hand.
"But..." He paused:
"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."
With a tap of his finger, a red needle was inserted into the opponent's body.
It is the fused fire element.
After entering the meridians, it explodes instantly and travels around the opponent's body.
"ah!"
With a scream, the two-meter-long boss fell to the ground and rolled wildly.
Veins popped up on his forehead and neck, and his skin became instantly red with blood.
He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.
It's a sign of extreme pain.
His hands and feet moved wildly, knocking the tables and chairs to the ground.
The people around who were eating and watching the excitement were startled, put down their tableware and ran outside.
Blatantly skipping the bill.
When the people on the ground had suffered enough, Song Heqing snapped his fingers and the pain subsided.
This guy is like a dying pig, gasping for air:
"Huchihuchi..."
Song Heqing went up and kicked him:
"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and take me to the room."
After saying that, he turned to look at the six-man team:
"You guys go pick out a room too."
Tonight, Song Heqing really stayed here.
Unfortunately, the boss was obviously not convinced.
Song Heqing could still see the resentment in his eyes, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was going to eat him.
Sure enough, he really made some moves in the middle of the night and even invited a magician.
Viewed from the back, this magician is shrouded in black robes and is relatively short.
Song Heqing hid in the dark and watched the two people communicating. They had no idea:
"Father, you have to help me teach that man a lesson. He is the cause of all the weird things on my body."
"Extend your hand and let me see."
His voice was hoarse, like an old broken bellows. He was an old man.
Under the moonlight, a hand as dry as a branch rested on the boss's hand:
"It's the fire element!"
"Then what should we do? Foster father!"
"Don't worry, I'll help you kill him and the magic will be ineffective."
"Hey, wait..." The boss stopped the other party.
"What's the matter?"
"Can you spare his life? I think he looks... a little reluctant..."
"Hehehe...Okay, then I will destroy him and leave him to you."
"Who are you going to destroy?"
Song Heqing stopped pretending and directly lifted the invisibility spell.
"who?"
The dark old man transformed into a scepter with a skull on top and a green flame shining in the middle, which was very strange.
"Necromancer?"
Song Heqing didn't expect that this old man was actually a necromancer.
In the original book, the existence that can be hated by all races on the continent is probably the Necromancer.
These guys like to kill living creatures and turn them into puppets.
For them, the more people die, the easier and faster it is to practice. Therefore, they especially like to stir up conflicts between various races, because once a battle breaks out, they can benefit.
The person in front of me is actually a high-level magician.
To be able to cultivate to this level, I don’t know how much blood is on my hands.
Song Heqing looked at him:
"When did the Necromancer dare to come out so blatantly?"
The old man smiled ferociously and said:
"It does look good, but it's a pity...skeleton soldier!"
The old guy doesn't talk about martial arts and just uses magic directly.
Huge skeleton soldiers appeared and attacked Song Heqing.
He shook his head in disappointment:
"That's it? Let me show you what real necromancy magic is."
Song Heqing raised his hand, and the next scene shocked the other party!
