Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 191 Settling the Bill. (First Update!)

Seeing that Shi Shaoshan, who had been to the Forget-Worry Inn before, had also met with misfortune, the remaining cultivators in the guest rooms all changed their expressions and were filled with terror!
"The intelligence was wrong! This room is not safe at all!"

"Escape! Escape!"

"Where can you run to?! That giant hand is right outside the door!"

"What do we do? What do we do now? If this continues, we'll only be waiting to die!"

"Quick! Fellow Daoist Meng Fengrui, you've also been to the Forget-Worry Inn, you must hurry..."

Chaos erupted in the room, with a cacophony of voices filled with fear as they surrounded the female cultivator in the apricot-yellow dress, urging her to come up with a solution as if she were grasping at a last straw.

However, before the female cultivator in the apricot-yellow dress could speak, the giant hand reached into the room again.

Surrounded in the middle, Meng Fengrui had nowhere to escape and was immediately grabbed by the giant hand and dragged away.

"Ahhhh...!"

A shrill, high-pitched scream echoed through the corridor. Meng Fengrui's abdomen was slashed open, and then a cast iron pole several meters long was pierced through his mouth and his entire body, leaving him to be roasted like meat.

Next, the giant hand reached into the house again, grabbed a long-faced monk, and pulled him out.

Before the long-faced cultivator could even let out a scream, the giant hand suddenly exerted force and crushed his entire body, turning it into a cloud of scattered flesh and blood that landed on Meng Fengrui.

Without pausing, the giant hand reached into the room once more...

In no time, only four people remained in the room!
Yuan Zhi stood against the wall, his chest rising and falling slightly, his muscles tense. Not far from him, separated by a distance, stood a bald male cultivator in a maroon cloak, an old man in indigo brown, and a lithe female cultivator in a scarlet half-sleeved shirt and a yellowish-brown short jacket.

All four were cultivators at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and they were always the fastest to dodge whenever the giant hand reached in!
At this moment, all four of them were deathly pale, their eyes filled with despair.

If this continues, let alone five hours, it's questionable whether they can even survive for five quarters of an hour!

The information provided by Shi Shaoshan and Meng Fengrui earlier was completely useless!

Just as the four men turned ashen-faced, the door to the room suddenly closed on its own.

boom!
After the door closed, the noise and stench of blood outside vanished without a trace.

The four were stunned for a moment, but after realizing what was happening, they rushed towards the door without hesitation.

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Forget-Worries Inn.

Amidst the creaking of the stairs, Zheng Que led Qing Li downstairs to the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as he came down, he saw that the once empty hall was now occupied by three tables of people. Miao Xirong and Zuo Baozhi were sitting in a private room by the window, eating voraciously. The table in front of them was littered with cups and plates, and the aroma of wine filled the air. The two of them ate without looking up and did not notice Zheng Que's arrival at all.

Next to their private room were the cultivators who had stayed behind in the other vehicles before they came in. They were a female cultivator named Cen Jintao and a male cultivator named Bian Jiashu. On their table was a roasted pig that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an irresistible aroma. Like Miao Xirong and Bian Jiashu, these two cultivators were also devouring the food, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

The third table was not far from the entrance, where there were also two cultivators, Linghu Yuniang and Shi En. At this moment, Shi En looked terrified, while Linghu Yuniang was being choked by Nian Nu. Her face was turning purple and she was foaming at the mouth, looking like she was about to be strangled to death.

The proprietress who had served them before was still standing behind the counter, but her fair and slender neck was raised high like a giant python, and was tightly tied to the beam by a familiar hemp rope.

The "head of the household," whose head was wrapped in a black cloth, was carrying a large basin of stir-fried mutton as he walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing this, Zheng Que frowned immediately. Six people who were guarding the tax collection outside came in!
Moreover, they all chose to eat at the front of the table!
Apart from Linghu Yuniang's table, the situations of the other four people have likely become part of this "strange" situation...

Upon seeing Zheng Que and Qing Li, Nian Nu immediately abandoned Linghu Yuniang and hurried to greet them.

"Lord Qingli!" "Sir!"

In an instant, Niannu regained her composure and elegance, and very politely greeted both the ghost and the human.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Behind her, Linghu Yuniang slumped into her seat, bursting into a violent cough. She gasped for breath and finally caught her breath. She looked at Niannu with suspicion and uncertainty, unable to tell whether the other party had just tried to save her or kill her.
Upon hearing Niannu's voice, Zheng Que snapped out of his daze and immediately walked toward the counter.

He went to the counter, looked up at the proprietress's head which was tied to the beam, and immediately asked, "The bill, how much?"

As he spoke, Zheng Que pointed his finger to his brow, ready to issue an edict at the slightest sign of trouble.

Snapped!
Upon hearing that it was time to settle the bill, the proprietress immediately perked up, instantly freeing herself from the ropes, retracting her neck, and returning her head to its normal position.

She glanced at Zheng Que and replied very warmly, "Please wait a moment, sir."

"Let Rong Xiaodian calculate it."

As she spoke, the proprietress quickly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of fair wrists as white as snow. She then took out an old abacus from under the counter, gave it a clatter, put the beads back in place, and began to rapidly count: "Eleven fresh fish, plus nine live chickens, plus eight jars of specialty wine, plus seven suckling pigs, plus six small dishes of condiments, plus five fat sheep..."

"The total cost price is forty-six for you, sir."

"Sir, you've stayed at the inn and used twelve rooms, so we'll deduct twelve from your bill."

"Three tables of food and drinks, then deduct three..."

"Four carriages stopped, then subtract four..."

"The total amount to be paid is twenty-seven to the guest."

As she calculated, the proprietress's enthusiasm vanished, her smile abruptly ended, and she stared in disbelief at the result on the abacus.

Today was supposed to be a big deal, so why am I losing money again?!
So the proprietress threw down her abacus, raised her arm, pointed at the burly man with a black cloth wrapped around his head, and yelled, "Boss! What kind of cooking are you?!"

As she spoke, she grabbed a gleaming pair of scissors from the counter and strode toward the shop owner.

The boss had just placed the mutton on Cen Jintao and Bian Jiashu's table when he heard this and immediately shouted back, "My food is fine! It must be your stupid wife who miscalculated the bill!"

Before he finished speaking, he also pulled out the sharp knife he had used to kill fish and slaughter pigs from his lower back.

Whoosh!
The next moment, the proprietress's scissors went straight for the boss, but the boss deflected them with his sharp blade and plunged them into Bian Jiashu's neck, who was eating meat!

Not to be outdone, the boss raised his sharp blade high and chopped at his wife's head.

puff!
The proprietress quickly dodged, but before she could retract the blade, it struck Cen Jintao squarely on the head. The blade was extremely sharp, and the blow was powerful and heavy, splitting Cen Jintao in two.

Amidst the splattering of blood, the proprietress gracefully retreated a few steps, stepping back to the table where Miao Xirong and Zuo Baozhi were sitting.

The boss chased after her with a sharp blade and slashed at his wife again.

Ping Pong Pong...

Soon, the proprietress and the proprietress, each wielding a weapon, engaged in a fierce battle.

But after several exchanges, the two men were unharmed, while the four people at the two tables in the private room were hacked to pieces and stabbed to pieces.

The strong stench of blood quickly filled the air, suppressing the fragrance of osmanthus wafting from the back window.

(End of this chapter)