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

"Splash... splash..."

The older women in the courtyard finished playing mahjong, pushed their tiles into the tile slot that rose up in the middle of the mahjong machine, pressed the button to close the slot, and another set of mahjong tiles was automatically flipped onto the table.

The mahjong tiles, which had just been used, were being churned around inside the card machine, making a muffled sound.

Luo Zhuang was playing games alone in the lobby, no longer practicing the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu".

He had practiced several times that morning, and felt that even with the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch, the cultivation effect had reached its limit, so he stopped practicing.

He discovered that the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch could enhance the effects of the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu" practice and relieve human fatigue, allowing people to practice tirelessly. However, the human body's ability to absorb and digest the medicinal power in the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch also has its limits.

Or perhaps, the martial art of Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu itself has its limits; once one's physical strength is developed to a certain level, it becomes difficult to continue.

The subsequent effects are mainly focused on improving physical fitness, and the progress is relatively slow, only a little bit each day.

After all, it's only worth 300 system coins, which is indeed a bit inferior to the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch.

However, Luo Zhuang didn't mind. Something useful was better than nothing. He could practice slowly, which was better than taking health supplements.

Once I've trained my body enough, I might be able to take off the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch and give it to my parents.

Hmm... I'll be able to teach them the Zhenyue Zen Skill later, but I don't know if they'll be able to master it.

Furthermore, if the combination of the Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu and the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch can truly have miraculous effects, and the medicinal power of the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch is fully activated to cure Hua Hengyue's illness, then wouldn't it be possible to save the other Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch for Hua Hengyue?

I'll find a way to get my hands on one and give one to each of my parents, so they can live to be a hundred and in good health. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"My guesthouse is great, really great..."

Luo Zhuang was singing softly when he suddenly heard a notification sound from the front desk:

You have a new order, please check it.

Have we had a new customer?

Luo Zhuang immediately put down the game controller and glanced at the front desk, only to find it completely empty.

Hmm... they probably haven't decided what to give yet, right?

I wonder if he's a guest from another world, or an older brother introduced by Gan San Niang?

Luo Zhuang guessed to himself, got up and went around to the front desk, turned on the computer system, and immediately understood—

It was Gan San Niang who introduced the guests.

A quick glance outside revealed Gan San Niang standing at the courtyard gate, startling the women playing mahjong, who abruptly stopped the clatter of tiles.

It turned out that Gan San Niang had been on a night raid and had just gone through a fierce battle. She was covered in dust and blood, and her clothes were not only stained with blood, but also had bits of flesh stuck to them in some places.

The aunties playing mahjong had never seen anything like this before. They were all so frightened that they fell silent, holding their breath, their hands stiffening slightly as they touched the tiles.

Fortunately, Gan San Niang threw away the dull knife full of nicks and chips; otherwise, carrying a knife would have scared the aunties to death...

Actually, let alone the aunties, even Luo Zhuang felt a little scared when he saw Gan San Niang's appearance.

Luo Zhuang was just a retired corporate slave who had graduated a little over a year ago, worked like a beast of burden for half a year, and then quit to go home. He had never killed anyone.

How could one not be intimidated by such a ruthless character, covered in blood and clearly having just returned from killing someone?

But what can I do if I'm scared? After all, Gan San Niang is my guest. How can I, a dignified immortal and the owner of a guesthouse, be frightened by my guest?

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. I should be aware of this and accept all kinds of guests, and solve all problems for the guests and the guesthouse!

Why haven't I seen any of the guests that Gan San Niang introduced?

Luo Zhuang's mind raced, conjuring up images of electronic devices, and the question flashed through his mind again. He immediately ran into the courtyard and greeted Gan San Niang with a smile, "Back from the cosplay expo?"

After saying that, he grinned at the four aunties who were still sitting around the mahjong table in a daze and said, "How about it, aunties, isn't our cosplay amazing?"

What a perfect costume! The distressed look is superb; the color of the blood, the accessories—it all feels so authentic! Doesn't it look just like something out of a movie?

Before the aunties could reply, he pulled Gan San Niang aside and said, "Quickly, go back and rest."

He dared not give Gan San Niang a chance to speak, fearing that she would bow to the group of women and say "Thank you, Immortal Master," so he forcibly pulled Gan San Niang into the main hall.

The four women in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment. After a long while, one of them said, "Kao Si... is that how it is?"

Another auntie said, "I think so... Didn't you hear Zhuangwazi say that this is called a good cosplay, a perfect recreation!"

Aunt Wang clicked her tongue, still pondering the scene of Luo Zhuang pulling Gan San Niang inside. She leaned closer to the table, craning her neck slightly forward, and deliberately lowered her voice, saying, "I knew it... Zhuang boy must be dating someone. Don't you two seem to be?"

Another older woman said, "How could they not look alike? They were even holding hands!"

In the main hall, Luo Zhuang released Gan San Niang's hand and asked, "Where is the brother you introduced?"

Gan San Niang said, "I didn't have time to say it, Immortal Master, my elder brother Wu Da will be here soon..."

Just as he finished speaking, Luo Zhuang suddenly saw three huge wooden boxes appear out of nowhere outside the front desk. They were quite heavy, simple and unadorned, and looked very sturdy. He wondered what treasures were inside.

coming!

Upon seeing these things, Luo Zhuang immediately understood that the next distinguished guest had arrived.

I was in such a hurry to go out and cover for Gan San Niang and pull her into the lobby that I didn't have time to check the new notifications from the multi-dimensional hotel management system. I must have missed the messages about new guests arriving and room rate selection.

His heart skipped a beat. Without even looking at what was inside the box, he hurriedly turned around to look. Sure enough, he saw the aunties who were about to continue playing mahjong stop what they were doing and stare at a bald giant who appeared at the door.

The giant was dressed in a monk's robe, which was torn in many places and covered in blood. He looked much more disheveled and ferocious than Gan San Niang.

In particular, he was holding a Zen staff, which was covered in red and white stains. The staff was thick and looked very heavy, but he held it so lightly.

He grinned at the aunties, revealing what he thought was a kind smile, which frightened the four aunties so much that they didn't dare to breathe.

Seeing that the monk was about to speak, Luo Zhuang quickly went out again, grabbed the burly man, and said, "Your sister is already waiting inside, come into the shop quickly."

As she spoke, she pulled the burly man towards the lobby, then turned to the women with a grin: "This is also a cosplayer, her brother from earlier. What do you think? Both of you are pretty good cosplayers, right?"

The aunties remained silent for a long time before huddling together again, whispering amongst themselves:

"You're such a grown-up, and you're doing cosplay?"

"What do you know? This should be called 'Special Type Exam 42,' right? It's the same as 'Special Type Actor.'"

"This kid from the village is holding hands too, what do you mean?"

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The aunties looked at each other, but it was Aunt Wang who came up with an explanation: "So what if we held hands? We're good buddies..."

Then one of the older women said, "But the problem is... why did that big guy act so awkwardly when Zhuang Wazi pulled him?"

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