infodatos Chapter 130 A Shady Shop That Knows How to Deal with People
Chapter 130 A Shady Shop That Knows How to Deal with People
Chapter 130 A Shady Shop That Knows How to Deal with People
Considering that he was not very familiar with this world, Modi did not immediately transform into a dragon and fly, but instead took his own two feet.
Although his spiritual awareness and spellcasting abilities are limited, he still has a well-trained body, which allows him to run at a speed that feels like flying even without spells.
He was so fast that he left only a blur on the road, and the roadside weeds were bent over by the wind he stirred up.
He hadn't run far along the path when he successfully emerged from the dense forest before the setting sun disappeared, and with his excellent eyesight, he spotted a building in the distance.
From a distance, the building appeared extremely simple, with walls made of rammed earth and a roof of thick thatch. It stood there all alone, surrounded by nothing but a similarly simple shed and a building that looked like a dry toilet a little further away.
As darkness fell, Modi could clearly see the candlelight shining through the half-open window of the house.
"In this desolate wilderness, how could such a house suddenly appear? Could it be an inn or a hotel?"
Modi glanced at the dim sky, then looked around the room. He took out a lantern, lit the dragon oil inside, and carried the lantern toward the room.
That house looks like it's inhabited; it's a good opportunity to gather some information.
On the other hand, if that house is located in a place like this and it's supposed to be an inn, there's a good chance it's a shady business.
Modi was fully prepared, and even hoped to encounter a shady business.
In this way, he could both gather intelligence and vent his excess killing intent, achieving two goals at once.
As darkness fell completely, Modi, carrying a lantern, walked to the door of the house and tried to push it open.
With a grating creaking sound, the heavy door was pushed open, and he leaned half his body into the room, quickly scanning the layout.
The room was quite dark, the only light source being the candlestick on the cabinet. A musty smell permeated the air, along with a faint...
The smell of livestock manure was coming from the shed next door.
The walls were mottled and moldy, and some unknown fungi were even growing in the corners, which should be the source of the musty smell.
Inside the hall, there were several simple, rough wooden tables, with a few dilapidated benches beside them. Only one person was sitting at one of the tables.
There were only bowls and chopsticks on that table.
This inn was shabby and simple in every way, and Mo Di found it hard to imagine what supported the innkeeper to keep the business running.
He had a clear view of the entire hall. Apart from the guest whose eyes were wrapped in cloth and who was obviously blind, there were three other people in the inn: a bald and burly-looking chef, a thin but clever-looking waiter, and a mature woman sitting behind the counter who appeared to be the proprietress.
The sound of Modi pushing open the door drew the attention of the four. The first to turn his head toward the door was the blind man. His face was expressionless, and he was sitting there properly with an erhu leaning against him. The other three were all startled, after all, Modi's size was quite rare, and he even had to bend over to enter the door.
Tall and robust, that was their first impression.
Once the visitor had fully entered the inn, the shadow that had been covering him was finally dispelled by the dim light, and the three of them were finally able to see his face clearly.
"What a handsome young man!" The proprietress's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously licked her lips.
Modi was not surprised by these words. His natural talent was already there, and after absorbing the dragon blood, his blood and qi were like a furnace, further showcasing his masculine beauty.
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The cook and waiter felt a surge of masculinity emanating from him when he glanced at them, and they lowered their heads in shame, feeling that they were not masculine at all in his presence.
"Please come in quickly, sir." The proprietress smiled obsequiously, then turned and reprimanded the waiter without hesitation:
"Why aren't you preparing tea for this guest?"
The waiter nodded repeatedly in agreement and turned to walk into the kitchen.
The proprietress personally led Mo Di to a table, which had clearly been cleaned not long ago and was the cleanest one.
After Mo Di sat down, she asked solicitously, "Sir, would you like a meal or a room at the inn?"
"To grab a bite to eat."
A magnetic voice rang out, causing the proprietress to momentarily lose her senses. When she came to her senses, her eyes lit up with eagerness, and her face flushed. "Sir, would you like anything else to eat?"
As she spoke, she swayed her slender waist, leaning closer to Modi as if intentionally or unintentionally.
"Just bring any of your best dishes."
Modi kept his eyes straight ahead, his expression indifferent, simply using the deathly aura of the Styx River to envelop his body, separating him from the landlady.
"Alright, Niu Er, did you hear me? Hurry up and prepare our signature dish!"
The proprietress called out, and the chef who had been leaning against the kitchen door heard this, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He responded and went into the kitchen.
"By the way, I need to find out some information."
Modi reached into his robes, actually taking out a small piece of gold from the demiplane and casually tossing it onto the table, letting it make a sound as it hit the surface.
The crisp sound immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.
The blind man, who was taking small bites of his food, stopped eating, turned his head sharply towards the source of the sound, and murmured, "I heard the sound of gold falling to the ground."
The waiter who had just brought the tea stopped in his tracks, staring intently at the gold nuggets on the table, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.
The proprietress narrowed her phoenix eyes, her smile growing more ardent, and leaned closer.
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaned slightly forward, and asked kindly, "What would you like to inquire about, sir?"
She intended to bring her mouth close to Modi's ear, but the moment she got close, her consciousness wavered, and she unconsciously opened her mouth.
While guiding her to describe the basic situation of this world, Modi tested the Netherworld Mark to find out the extent to which it had been weakened.
It can barely interfere with other people's thinking, but its ability to interfere is much weaker than before.
He was able to get the proprietress to talk easily not only through the Netherworld Mark, but also by manipulating her hormone secretion through the Blood Transformation Mark, thereby lowering her guard.
Before long, he learned some basic information from the landlady.
The land beneath his feet belonged to a feudal dynasty called "Da Qian".
The Great Qian Dynasty has been established for more than 320 years. Now it is the thirteenth year of Xuanwen's reign, but it is not peaceful. There are barbarian invasions from the outside and enemy countries surrounding it. There are bandits and thieves running rampant from the inside. The world is not easy.
In addition, there are five other factions within the Great Qian Dynasty, which are five dynamic and violent organizations that dare to challenge the imperial court.
"Each of these five sects has a grandmaster-level expert in charge, which is why they are not afraid of the imperial court."
"It is said that the master of Hidden Sword Peak, one of the Five Sects, can split a mountain with a single sword. He once single-handedly repelled an army of 100,000 from the imperial court. After that battle, the imperial court never dared to cause trouble for the Five Sects again."
After listening to the proprietress's words, Mo Di remained silent for a moment, sensing that the Great Qian Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.
Without a doubt, this world contains an extraordinary system, and its energy level is not low. Those grandmasters at the top are capable of single-handedly destroying an army or even changing the terrain on a large scale.
According to her description, a so-called grandmaster possesses power comparable to that of a low-level immortal.
Body Refinement, Yuan Condensation, Divine Qi, and Grandmaster—these four are the extraordinary realms of this world.
The most basic body refinement includes five steps: skin refinement, flesh refinement, bone refinement, genital refinement, and blood refinement. It is more detailed and complicated than the Blue Star martial arts system he possesses, and has obviously been perfected by countless generations.
The first step is to forge the body, the second step is to generate energy, and what do the remaining third and fourth steps correspond to?
Modi was deeply interested in this world's system, and even the murderous intent that filled his heart diminished considerably.
He asked the proprietress, "Do you have any martial arts techniques on hand?"
"I have only practiced one external martial art called 'Butterfly Hand Through Flowers.' If you don't mind, I can demonstrate it for you personally, and even let you experience it for yourself."
The proprietress's eyes were glazed, her breath sweet as orchids: "If you agree to stay here with me for one night..."
Modi glanced at her, knowing that these were her inner thoughts unconsciously uttered under the combined influence of the Netherworld Mark and hormones in her body.
His eyes flashed with disdain, and he incidentally increased the output of Styx's death energy.
You think you can get him to sell his body over a mere external martial arts manual?
Ha, woman, you're being far too unrealistic.
With a gentle push, the Styx Death Aura pushed the proprietress two steps away. Just then, the waiter came out of the kitchen carrying food.
He rubbed his hands together and said solicitously, "Sir, these are all our restaurant's signature dishes. Please eat them while they're hot."
When the proprietress regained her senses, she had no recollection of what had just happened. Seeing the steaming food on the table, she managed a forced smile.
He looked at Modi with anticipation.
Modi could tell that there seemed to be a hint of malice hidden in their smiles.
The blind man at the table in front of me wrinkled his nose, took two deep breaths, and said, "The meat smells so good, but why does it have a faint, strange smell mixed in?"
"It's like a mixture of human scent and some kind of medicinal smell," he added quietly.
Their smiles froze instantly, and the waiter turned around and yelled at him, "What's that weird smell? I can't smell it! You old blind man, I think you're not only blind, but you're also lying!"
The blind man frowned in displeasure, put down his chopsticks, turned to Mo Di, and said indifferently:
"Young man, I advise you to be careful and avoid eating anything unclean..."
"Damn it, you dare say my stuff isn't clean, huh?"
Hearing his words, the cook grabbed a cleaver, stormed out of the kitchen, stood in front of the blind man, stabbed the cleaver into the wooden table, and glared angrily.
"Quickly, point out where this mutton is dirty, or I'll chop you up alive!"
The other two also surrounded him with unfriendly expressions, demanding an explanation from him.
The blind man slowly picked up the erhu, held up two fingers, pointed to his eyes which were covered with black cloth, and said softly:
"Do I have to point it out? Are you blind or am I? I think you're just making things difficult for me. How about this, I'll play a tune on the erhu for you, and that'll be the end of it, okay?"
"Old blind man, I think you're going to refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."
The chef grinned and pulled out a cleaver, but the proprietress raised her hand to stop him.
"There are still guests, so we shouldn't spoil their mood," she explained, a smile returning to her face as she looked at Modi sitting at another table.
Modi didn't even glance at her, just stared at the so-called mutton in front of him, without saying a word.
He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat, examined it for a moment, and then suddenly spoke:
"You guys are pretty good at dealing with people. This stuff tastes almost as good as mutton. Is this the legendary 'two-legged sheep'? Too bad I'm not Hannibal Lecter, I have no interest in this kind of thing."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the chopsticks he was using to pick up the meat were suddenly flicked, and the piece of meat flew into the chef's mouth like a cannonball.