My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of the second guest brought an unexpected bonus: with her as an additional example, his fabricated stories gained credibility.

Hearing the two sentences Wang Danian mumbled as she left, it was clear she believed her own story.

Luo Zhuang nodded to himself, pleased with his own cleverness.

However, Gan San Niang, the newly arrived guest, couldn't understand his conversation with Wang Da Niang at all. Just like Hua Heng Yue, who had just been sitting at the mahjong table, she stood in the lobby with a completely bewildered expression.

Only after Aunt Wang left did Gan San Niang finally relax a bit. She sheathed her knife at her waist, clasped her hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Shopkeeper, I've troubled you."

Luo Zhuang quickly greeted the guest, saying, "No trouble at all." He glanced at the weapon tucked into Gan San Niang's slender waist and said, "Weapons are prohibited in this shop. Please store your weapon for now. You can pick it up when you leave."

Stunned by the unfamiliar and mysterious environment, Gan San Niang hesitated for a moment before obediently handing over the knife and lasso, placing them on the front desk, and saying, "Please keep them safe, shopkeeper."

"Could the shopkeeper tell me where I can find a blacksmith? My knife has become quite dull from use, and I need to have it reforged."

Luo Zhuang immediately put both weapons into the cabinet under the front desk, saying, "We don't have anyone forging blacksmiths here anymore, and we don't usually need to. They might be hard to find. I'll take a look for you when I have time."

The knife was quite heavy in his hand. The red cotton lasso was only lighter than the knife, but according to Luo Zhuang's understanding of whip-like weapons, it was still extremely heavy. It was a wonder that Gan San Niang could wield it.

The blade in the sheath was already chipped, and the lasso was rough and worn, clearly indicating that it had been through many battles.

Looking at her tall, slender, fair-skinned, and beautiful appearance, it's hard to imagine that she could wield such a heavy weapon so skillfully.

Gan San Niang said, "It's entirely up to the shopkeeper."

Looking at the surroundings and noticing Luo Zhuang's unusual clothes and hairstyle, she felt that Luo Zhuang was some kind of unfathomable person, and she couldn't help but speak with restraint.

She was on edge as she spoke, taking Luo Zhuang’s refusal as a roundabout way of saying no. But no matter how Luo Zhuang refused, she only dared to listen obediently, afraid that she might be too careless and accidentally offend the shopkeeper.

Luo Zhuang also tried his best to be polite, speaking to Gan San Niang with a very kind smile throughout.

"Are you kidding me? This guy in front of me is a ruthless warrior who fought his way out of a bandit's den and has even fought on the battlefield. He probably has countless lives on his hands. How can a useless college student like me, who can't even kill a chicken, compare to him?"

Moreover, she had just experienced the tragedy of her family being wiped out and being forced into marriage. Who knows what her mental state is like?

Look at her now, so nervous, almost neurotic. How could I not be careful?!

What if I accidentally offend someone?

Although he had taken away the woman's weapon, he was still worried that she might not be able to withstand the strength she had used to wield a knife on the battlefield, or even a small punch from her.

Call the police? Putting aside how to explain the matter of the two otherworldly guests, just consider that murderous fist—couldn't you at least leave yourself a breath before the police arrive?

Smile! Smile!

Luo Zhuang repeatedly reminded himself to prepare a room for Gan San Niang on the third floor, saying, "This way, please."

The reason for booking a room on the third floor was naturally for Hua Hengyue's sake.

The fourteen-year-old young woman lived on the second floor and probably had never dealt with the bandits in the mountains in her entire life. Compared to herself, the sickly young woman was even more powerless. What if she accidentally angered Gan San Niang?

So let them live on separate floors to avoid conflict as much as possible.

—And for this reason, the first floor cannot be arranged either.

Luo Zhuang lives on the first floor by himself.

Once Gan San Niang has settled in, I must quickly take a look at the book "Zhen Yue Chan Gong" and try practicing it.

I hadn't considered the risks of hosting guests from another world before, but now I realize it and I need to prepare in advance.

I just don't know if I can understand and practice that martial arts manual properly. What if it's like in those martial arts novels, where they start by giving you a passage about "the way of Heaven is to take from those who have too much and give to those who have too little"? How are you supposed to practice that?

He led Gan San Niang up to the third floor via the stairs.

I didn't take the elevator when I visited the Flower and Moon Pavilion because the second floor was very close and the stairs were quite convenient.

As for taking the stairs to the third floor now, it's obviously to avoid being in the same enclosed space as Gan San Niang. In the elevator, if something goes wrong, it's not easy to run away.

As they climbed the stairs one step at a time, Gan San Niang followed behind Luo Zhuang, also feeling extremely nervous, her body stiffening slightly.

Upon reaching the second floor, she looked at the long, narrow corridor and the identical doors on either side made of some unknown material, and felt a little apprehensive.

Such a layout and such a room inevitably made her feel a little mysterious and scared.

She followed Luo Zhuang up to the third floor, her heart pounding with every step. Watching Luo Zhuang's back as he went upstairs, she felt his height had been unconsciously stretched, as if he were above her and completely enveloping her.

Horror!

She could only silently reassure herself: This shopkeeper, who guided me to this mysterious place with a divine voice, shouldn't be like that scoundrel from Songgou Mountain. He's so powerful, what could he possibly want from me? This must just be a safe haven; everything should be alright.

Upon reaching the third floor, Luo Zhuang swiped his card to open the door for Gan San Niang. After a "beep" sounded, Luo Zhuang pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open. Gan San Niang's body involuntarily arched slightly, her leg muscles tensed, and she held her breath.

For some reason, Luo Zhuang noticed Gan San Niang's subtle movements from ahead, and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Luo Zhuang immediately turned around and stepped aside to make way for Gan San Niang, smiling as he said, "This is your room, please come in."

She was indeed staring at me!

Luo Zhuang thought to himself.

He was definitely watching me!

Gan San Niang also thought to herself.

However, seeing that the other didn't seem to be doing anything, they both breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking, "Looks like everything's alright. Thank goodness I didn't act impulsively..."

"Insert the room card here, and you can use everything in the room and turn on the lights. Remember to take the room card out when you leave and take it with you. This room card is also a key."

Luo Zhuang inserted the room card into the power outlet and reminded Gan San Niang.

The lights in the room came on, startling Gan San Niang again.

Seeing Gan San Niang's expression, Luo Zhuang realized that reminding her before inserting the card was indeed the right thing to do. Otherwise, this woman might have reacted unexpectedly and done something else entirely.

The next step was the same as when they received Hua Hengyue. Luo Zhuang introduced the items in the room to Gan San Niang one by one and told her how to use them.

After explaining everything, Luo Zhuang closed the door and left.

After leaving the room, Luo Zhuang first slowly went down to the second floor, and then immediately ran to the lobby on the first floor.

Damn, cross-border solicitation is terrifying. Where is that copy of "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu"?

Let's practice!

We must start practicing immediately!