“Stay in the hotel!”

As soon as the leader of the Fuso warriors left his mouth, the shopkeeper immediately smiled and then looked at the leader of the Fuso warriors without saying a word.

However, the leader of the Fuso warriors felt a thrill in his heart, and for some unknown reason, he immediately changed his mind.

"No, storekeeper, let's eat."

"oh?"

The store owner didn't seem to expect that the Fuso Samurai leader would change his mind, and actually asked: "Are you really not staying in the hotel?"

"We can't stay any longer. Let's eat."

Seeing that the store seemed a little pity, the Fuso Samurai leader couldn't help but let out a breath, as if he almost made the wrong choice.

Next, the store owner ordered the waiter to take Fuso and the others to their seats. The Fuso warrior leader became increasingly frightened.

Because in such a small restaurant, hundreds of people were all seated in it. How could this situation be normal?

The leader of the Fuso warriors, along with the Onmyoji and several capable men, were arranged to sit among a few people in the world.

The Fuso warriors were a little wary, as if they were afraid that these gangsters would suddenly take action, but fortunately there was no movement from them.

At this time, the waiter stood at his table, rubbed his hands gently, and stood aside with a smile, waiting for the Fuso warrior leader to order.

The leader of the Fuso warriors did not dare to speak, but the actress next to him changed the song again at this time, playing the pipa, and his voice drifted towards this side.

"The old vines and old trees are covered with dim crows, and the old road is westerly winded and the thin horse is walking to the top to stay in the fields. How majestic is the solitary tomb... May I ask whose land is buried in the wormwood..."

Amidst the sad singing, the waiter suddenly smiled, as if he couldn't wait for the leader of the Fuso Warriors to speak: "Sir, our signature dishes here are very delicious. Do you want some portions?"

The leader of the Fuso warriors glanced at the dishes on the table next to them that had not been touched by the people in the world, as if they only drank wine and did not eat the food.

"It doesn't matter what you eat or drink, as long as you can satisfy your hunger, just watch and serve food to my brothers."

"Okay."

After saying that, the waiter went directly to the kitchen. For some reason, the Fuso warrior leader breathed a sigh of relief and dealt with it for the time being.

But at this moment, the martial artist next door went crazy for some reason. Hearing the words of the leader of the Fuso Warriors, he suddenly spoke.

“Signature dish?”

Immediately afterwards, one of the thin men clapped his hands, pointed at the dishes on his table, and said unhappily:

"Brother, I asked you why our dishes are not delicious. It turns out that they are not a signature dish. In this case, we can't be stingy, so why not..."

After saying that, he waved directly to the store.

"Shopkeeper!"

"Come on!"

"Remove all the dishes from this table."

The store owner was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what was going on. Then he heard the thin Jianghu man look at the Fuso warrior leader and them, and said clearly word for word:

"I want to order again, we also want the signature dish!"

The leader of the Fuso warriors was in a daze, wondering what he was doing, but the person next door was feeling proud.

It seems to be saying that you can't be embarrassed, so don't you want to follow suit? Then look carefully, we also want to eat the signature dishes!

………………

After a while, the dishes on the tables of the people in the world were cleared away. Facing the puzzled look of the Fuso warrior leader, the thin man straightened his chest, seeming a little proud.

Then the waiter ran over with a menu in his hand. The leader of the Fuso Samurai was helpless for a while, why didn't he have a menu just now?

However, he didn't dare to say anything, so he saw the thin man raised his finger and pointed directly at the menu to order.

"Pork head meat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man on the table next to him immediately shouted, which attracted the attention of the Fuso warrior leader.

Why repeat it?

"Pork head meat."

“Steamed roast duck.”

“Steamed roast duck.”

“Steamed seabass.”

“Steamed seabass.”

…

The thin man ordered the name of the dish, and the old man called out the name of the dish. After a while, they had ordered the dish, and even looked proudly at the Fuso warrior leader.

Not long after, not just them, but everyone's table was filled with the same food and wine.

Steamed, fried, and full of meat and vegetables, the aroma is overflowing.

The Fuso warriors had been chasing the Daxia generals for a whole night. Not only were they exhausted physically and mentally, but they were also tired and hungry from the smell of rice.

They clearly knew that there was something wrong with this restaurant, but now they were sitting at the table with a sumptuous table of wine and food in front of them. They couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva, but no one dared to take action.

The leader of the Fuso warriors didn't give an order. Who dares to eat the food in this restaurant?

Even the leader of the Fuso warriors was a little ready to make a move at this time, but his heart became more and more horrified. He, who was in the realm of a dignified day traveler, had already gone without food, so why did he have the desire to eat?

But he didn't dare to say he wouldn't eat. After all, who knew what the rules of this store were? After all, this was his choice to eat.

But what will happen if you eat it?

What will happen if you don’t eat?

No one knows now. We can only say that he has been in a dilemma since he started to choose whether to eat or stay in a hotel.

At this time, the leader of the Fuso Warriors suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then stared closely at the table of people from all walks of life.

They also ordered the same dishes.

Even though they are good warriors, the Fuso Warriors are obviously in a position where they have arranged their own tactics, and yet they dare to get carried away when someone interferes with them. It is already a sibling war and they cannot control themselves.

But the men at the table were very leisurely. They rolled up their sleeves slowly and then slowly picked up the wine glass.

Oh, it turns out you can drink first!

The leader of the Fuso warriors quickly followed him and picked up the wine glass and poured the wine into it. The Fuso warriors over there immediately acted like they did and raised their cups in unison.

However, just when he thought the thin man was about to drink, he shook his head and put down the glass again.

The Fuso warriors over there quickly put down their cups, as if the temperature on them was freezing to the bone.

Immediately afterwards, the thin man picked up the pork head with chopsticks, and the Fuso warriors followed suit.

When the thin man tore off a duck leg, the Fuso warriors all rushed to grab the steamed duck on the table.

For a moment, the Fuso warrior leader felt aggrieved, but he did not dare to get angry. He could only secretly swear that if he survives this time, he must make the people behind him pay the price.

When the thin man shook his cheeks and turned around, the Fuso warrior over there didn't even think about it, and showed the posture of being reincarnated as a starving ghost, and made a scene at the dinner table.

Even the leader of the Fuso warriors didn't notice that they seemed to have been led by others without any opinions of their own.

…………

And just when the Fuso warrior was eating with his mouth full of oil, an unpleasant sound suddenly sounded.

"Bang."

However, the Onmyoji picked up the chopsticks without picking up the food. Instead, he rudely picked up the plate in front of the Fuso Samurai leader and then knocked on the dinner plate.

"Don't eat it."

"What?" The Fuso warrior leader suddenly woke up, his face looked ugly, and he couldn't help but ask directly.

The Onmyoji did not rush to answer, but looked around the Fuso warriors, waiting for all their eyes to look over, and then raised his voice.

However, he also thought of taking care of the prestige of the Fuso warrior leader, so he did not get straight to the point, but made a "puzzled" look.

"Since this is an inn run by people from the Demon Sect, can we also eat the food they sell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the men at the table next to him immediately showed sneers and didn't say anything. They just took another mouthful of food.

However, the Fuso warrior leader had already reacted at this time, with an ugly expression on his face, "What you are reminding me is that I really can't eat it!"

There was a deathly silence.

The Fuso warriors were all stupid and stupid, with their bulging cheeks, which looked particularly funny.

"Pfft...hahaha!"

The old man, who had been keeping silent and drinking with his head covered, simply shrugged and finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

The thin man did not care about eating and glared at the old man. The Fuso warrior leader's heart sank even more.

The thin man suddenly spoke for some reason.

"You guy, since you said you can't eat this, why don't you say something."

"I heard rumors from the Demon Sect, maybe what they eat is human flesh?"

Hearing this, some of the Fuso Warriors breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't feel dissatisfied with this, or they might have eaten it.

However, the Onmyoji glanced at the leader of the Fuso warriors and finally spoke:

"Still dead human flesh."

Hearing this, some of the Fuso warriors began to retching.

Unexpectedly, the thin man clapped his hands and continued the Onmyoji's words:

"It's still dead human flesh that's infested with maggots, rotten, and oozing pus."

At this time, all the Fuso warriors were complaining. Even the leader of the Fuso warriors turned pale and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, each of the Fuso warriors realized what they were doing, picked up the wine and poured it into their bellies.

They had retched before, but no matter what it was, they didn't spit it out. Although they didn't have any physical reaction, they still had some psychological shadow, and they felt better after drinking a glass of wine.
To be continued...