The inn shopkeeper is a woman, a very familiar woman.

Compared to being deserted outside, it is much more lively here. Many people are drinking and chatting, with a wild look on their faces.

Wang Yu's arrival did not attract their attention, and the cowhide was blowing loudly there.

I don’t know who suggested that when the Beiyuan barbarian came, whoever killed the most would be better for the shopkeeper.

As soon as these words came out, everyone became excited. A burly man slapped the table and stood up and said, "Who can you compare to me when it comes to killing people?! You? Or you?"

He bulged his muscles, one by one, like a mouse rushing inside, looking a little fooling.

A strong swordsman sat not far away. He glanced at the strong man, "Without brute force, he would be dismembered by a random knife."

The man was furious and picked up the bench and was about to come forward to argue. Others quickly stopped him, "Don't mess around, have you forgotten the rules here?"

He then reacted, put down the stool in disappointment, turned to look, and saw the female shopkeeper's eyes that looked like a smile, and couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing that it was quiet, the waiter took Wang Yu and the others to the guest room.

The lobby on the first floor here is for people to drink. There are many people and it is also very lively.

The second floor was very deserted. Along the way, Wang Yu saw a sick man drinking on the table with the door open.

The rest of the rooms were locked. When the waiter saw Wang Yu looking, he smiled and explained: "The people of Beiyuan are coming soon, and those who can leave are gone. At this time, those here either cannot leave or cannot go back. They are all ready to live and die with the city."

"Can't you leave with you? Why are you waiting to die here?"

Wang Yu asked with a plain expression: "Isn't it the same thing to make money when opening a store in another place?"

"It's not that easy." The waiter refused to say much, opened the bedroom door and took the two of them in.

The house was cleaned very clean, and there was almost no dust on the tables, chairs, and benches.

"Customers have a good rest. I'm waiting in the corridor. If you have any instructions, you can call me and I'll come over immediately."

After saying that, the waiter bent and left.

Seeing him walking away, Wang Conghua breathed a sigh of relief, put down the salute on his body, and sat on the chair.

Wang Yu could hardly feel fatigue at this time, so there was no hard work. He smiled and massaged Wang Conghua's calf.

Wang Yu often did this along the way. The little girl was used to it. Perhaps she was too tired and fell asleep after a few presses.

After picking him up and putting him on the bed, covering the quilt, Wang Yu called the waiter to bring him a pot of wine.

However, the person who came over with the wooden plate was the boss lady.

This peach-like woman has a charm in every move. No wonder the group of guests downstairs are so obsessed with her. As for why she dare not act, Wang Yu didn't know.

"A guest came from another place with his children. Is he visiting his relatives?"

After putting down the drinks, the female shopkeeper did not leave and leaned against the door and asked lazyly.

Wang Yu poured himself a glass of wine, shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to do the business."

"The King of Yan withdrew his army, and most of the people had left in the city. The rest were some old, weak, sick and disabled. Who can you ask for?"

She pointed to the people who were eating downstairs, "Don't look at the lively place here, they used to be evil guys who ran to the border to take refuge, so even if they escaped, they would be arrested."

"What I want to do has nothing to do with others, so it doesn't matter even if it's just an empty city. But boss lady, you can make a group of vicious prisoners honestly abide by your rules and be good at it."

Wang Yu raised his glass, compared her to her, and then drank it in one sip.

The female shopkeeper glanced at his bare forehead and left the room with a smile.

The guests who kept paying attention here breathed a sigh of relief and continued to chat.

When it was dark and the crowd dispersed, the inn became very deserted. Wang Yu took Wang Conghua, who had woken up, downstairs to eat.

The female shopkeeper cooked a table of dishes, waited in the middle of the hall, called them to come, stood up and smiled, "I can meet again at this time, that's fate, let's eat together."

Wang Yu nodded and pulled Wang Conghua over. After a while, the sick man in the next room also came down.

He didn't say anything, and sat directly on the stool, picked up chopsticks and ate.

The shopkeeper glanced at it, then seemed to see something disgusting, frowned and moved away a little.

The waiter didn't serve the table, and squatted in the corner with the dishes and chopsticks to eat.

Perhaps because the Northern Yuan army was about to arrive, they were not in the mood to speak, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very dull.

The boss's wife took a few bites and left directly. When the man saw her leaving, he stopped eating and looked at Wang Yu blankly.

"Why are you staring at me? Do you think I look better than you?" Wang Yu said with a calm expression, without even raising his eyelids.

Wang Conghua thought this person was strange and hid to him.

"You shouldn't come at this time. Isn't it good to live? Why do you have to die?" The man's voice was hoarse and low, and it made people frown.

Wang Yu didn't want to explain this question anymore and asked, "Is it because of you that the guests are so honest?"

"Yes, they are all afraid of me, so they have to follow the rules I set. And I am afraid of the boss's wife, so I listen to her."

The man put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "I don't care who you are, don't make any decisions about her, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, the sick man's face showed a flush, "I'll eat you."

When Wang Yu heard this, he suddenly looked up, "Do you still have this hobby?"

The man chuckled, "More than one."

Bang!

A muffled sound rang in the inn. The waiter in the corner looked at the scene in surprise, and his mouth was still subconsciously chewing on the food.

The sick man had half of his body beaten into blood mist, leaving only half of his body standing there, sizzling blood coming out.

Wang Yu wiped the red color on Wang Conghua's face and led her to his room. When he passed by the waiter, he said to him: "Cleaning it, don't affect your boss's wife's business."

After saying that, he went back to the room.

The waiter waited for him to walk away before he stood up with a sensation, spit out the food in his mouth, and ran to the female shopkeeper's room.

When I opened the door, I found that she was slumped on the ground, not knowing whether it was pain or sadness on her face, and tears kept flowing down.

"Die...you're OK."

She laughed, her voice was shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood.

The waiter quietly retreated, closed the door again, walked to the table, dragged the half of his body out of the inn, and threw it into the mud ditch not far away.

At this time, the moonlight outside was beautiful, and the entire Pingcheng was covered with a layer of silver.

He looked at this scene and smiled.

"It's so good... God is not blind."
Chapter completed!