Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan nodded thoughtfully, his eyelids twitching, and said word by word: "So, if we want to survive, we have to...work?"

The last word froze in Jiang Tingwan's mouth, and he took a breath of cold air. Why can't he do without these two words wherever he goes?

"What survival? It's nothing but a pastime in endless time..." The waiter snorted and said this, then looked at her again with inquiring eyes. The more he looked at the three people in front of him, the more they seemed different.

He immediately reacted and asked, "Do you want to survive?"

Jiang Tingwan seized the opportunity and pretended to be dumb, "Of course? If we don't eat, we will starve to death. If we don't practice, we will die of old age. If we get hurt in a fight, we will die of pain. We just got here, so naturally we want to find a place to live."

"You don't have immortal bodies?" the waiter asked in surprise.

"Are you all immortal?" Jiang Tingwan asked back.

"..."

The waiter was about to answer but suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized that he was still answering other people's questions, and a trace of annoyance appeared on his face.

"If you have money, stay in the hotel. If you don't have money, leave."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Tingwan knew that he could not get any more information from him, so he took two steps closer to Mu Yunzhong. Just as he was about to say something, the waiter was slammed onto the table.

That's right, he was flattened. At that moment, blood, flesh and brain matter splattered everywhere. If Mu Yunzhong hadn't reacted quickly and built a light shield, the blood and flesh would have splattered on Jiang Tingwan's body.

Jiang Tingwan had never seen such a scene before. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground and vomited.

"yue..."

The people eating in the restaurant remained calm. The person closest to the restaurant didn't even move his hands, as he used his body's protective Qi to block the splattering blood and flesh. Everyone who was eating here was a person with a high level of cultivation.

Mu Yun patted Jiang Tingwan on the back and looked at the room full of masters with shock, not to mention the corpse that was being restored.

"How many times have I told you to pay attention to your service attitude? If it weren't for your fast recovery speed, I would have asked you to carry manure long ago."

The man who was speaking was of burly build, dressed in fancy clothes, with a rough face and a fierce look between his brows.

In just a few short sentences, the waiter returned to normal. He glanced at the man who came out, didn't dare to say anything else, and turned to wipe other tables and chairs.

"Don't mind him, he is just like that. He is tired of being a waiter, so we asked him to do something else, but he is not good at it. You two want to stay in the hotel, right?" The man who looked fierce actually put on a smile, which was extremely weird.

Jiang Tingwan could only try his best to stop the nausea in his stomach and stood up. "But we have no money. Can we use something else instead?"

"Of course!" The man looked fierce, but was unexpectedly easy to talk to. "What do you have?"

Jiang Tingwan remembered what the waiter had just said. Since things like silver and money could not be circulated, valuable items could always be used. When the monetary system collapsed, the most primitive method of bartering was the most effective.

She approached Mu Yunzhong and whispered, "Um, did you throw away the fish you kept in your hut?"

For some reason, Jiang Tingwan subconsciously felt that Mu Yunzhong did not clear out those things. Unexpectedly, when they were desperate, it was Mu Yunzhong's outrageous idea that saved them.

"No."

"Where's the melon?"

Mu Yun finally paused, "Neither."

"That's good!"

Although I don’t know how much money I can get, the most important thing now is to find a place to stay so that I don’t have to sleep on the streets. After all, Meng Ziyuan is seriously injured.

But Jiang Tingwan still took Mu Yunzhong's psychology into consideration and confirmed his opinion, "I wonder if you would mind using these things to buy Meng Ziyuan a place to stay?"

Mu Yun finally glanced at Meng Ziyuan on his shoulder. Blood had already seeped out of his body and the situation was very serious.

"You decide."

After receiving Mu Yunzhong's affirmative reply, Jiang Tingwan finally spoke, "How about fish and watermelon?"

The fierce man was stunned. He thought it would be at least some jade treasure or something like that. Spiritual stone would also be possible, in case he wanted to practice again one day.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with the fish and melon. I run an inn, and ingredients are necessary.

"Of course you can, but I don't know how many of you have?" The man said, glancing at the three people in front of him, his face embarrassed, "Three people..."

"Is there anything?" Jiang Tingwan saw the man's suspicion and asked.

"Of course." The man responded and only glanced at the waiter who had just been flattened by him. The waiter understood and ran to the backyard. After a while, he came out carrying a large vat, which landed on the wooden board with two thuds.

"The upper room is 500 wen per night, the ordinary room is 250 wen. Fresh fish is 80 wen per pound, dead fish is 10 wen, and half-dead fish is 20 wen. How long do you want to stay?"

The waiter saw that the three people were newcomers and had no place to go so they would have to stay for a long time, so he specially carried out two large vats to see how much stock they could have.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Yunzhong waved his hand and the two fish tanks were filled.

The fierce man's eyes showed surprise, "Looking at the way you two are dressed, I really didn't expect you to be fishermen?"

His words sounded like a joke, and Mu Yun didn't respond.

Jiang Tingwan smiled and asked, "Is this enough to cover the rent for the three of us for a few days?"

"Enough! Of course it's enough! Hey, send them upstairs." The waiter received the order and walked in front of Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong.

When turning to go upstairs, Jiang Tingwan felt the fierce man's eyes were fixed on them.

She hadn't confirmed the exact situation in this world yet, but she had already attracted other people's attention. This feeling made her very uneasy.

However, Meng Ziyuan’s situation is not optimistic now. The most important thing is to stabilize himself. There is also Wen Bumian who is following closely. Before he has enough strength to fight against him, he must not reveal his whereabouts!

"Why does the shopkeeper care so much about these three newcomers?" a customer who was eating in the restaurant suddenly spoke up.

"These aren't three newcomers. Didn't you see that the unconscious one was almost dead? These three people came from the same place. It's clear that they haven't experienced rebirth..." The man's eyes were filled with surprise, and his voice became strangely low. "They are unexpected visitors."

As he finished speaking, the eyes of the other people in the store also flashed with brilliance, and each of them was thinking about something.

Entering the room, Meng Ziyuan was settled down and Mu Yunzhong was treating his injuries.

"Jiang Tingwan!"

Suijiu's voice came from the sea of ​​​​heart.

Jiang Tingwan slapped her forehead suddenly. She actually forgot that she had a system?