.Chapter 17 Tianya Inn

In the desert, wind and sand were everywhere, and the gray covers the sky and the sun. Although it was ten days of noon, the sky was so dark. In the vast desert, there was a building of earth and stone, located on the only camp, standing in the wind and sand.

There is a guise hanging on the pole at the door, with four faded typings written on it - Tianya Inn.

This is the edge of the Black Desert, the end of the Jiuzhou World. From here, you have nothing but the endless desert. Many people once wanted to explore what was on the other side of the desert, but none of them had ever come back and were all left in that dry, desolate and lifeless world.

Living on the edge of the black desert is definitely not a comfortable life. There are usually only two types of people who are willing to stay here. One is that they have nowhere to go and cannot find a way to live in other places. So they can only stay in this ghost place where birds do not shit. They hate it, but they cannot leave.

The other type of people is just the opposite. They come here every three years like migratory birds, walk into the underground palace where countless secrets are buried, either returning with full load or going back. In the countless times over the years, some people die, some people stop coming, and people change one after another, but the inn still remains the same.

Li Defu was not one of these two kinds of people. He was neither the native born here nor the treasure hunter who came to make a fortune. He was a genuine businessman. Although he was buried in the sandstorm of the strong wind and sand of Fu three years ago, all his goods were buried in the sandstorm and could only go to this inn to be a clerk, he always demanded himself by the standards of a merchant.

From the perspective of a businessman, this place is not a suitable place for opening a store. It only takes three years to welcome a wave of customers and will be scattered in less than five days. However, even so, since this inn can be opened, it naturally makes sense compared to it.

The principle is very simple, that is, there is only this inn in this radius of ten miles, so you can sell bacon jerky more expensive than abalone, and sell dry noodles more expensive than bird's nest. You are absolutely not afraid of the other party's bargaining, because except for this store, you can't buy food within ten miles, and you don't have to be afraid of leaving the guests because you neglect the guests, because there is only this place to stay in this radius of ten miles.

Li Defu has seen this in the past three years, so he lazily rubbed the teacup and was not anxious at all because of the neglect of the inn.

In the huge hall, more than a dozen treasure hunters were crowded with experiences and lessons from previous years. Few of these treasure hunters went to the single gang, mostly with three or five people, or seven or eight people. In this way, no matter whether they could dig out treasures from Xuantian Sword Tsuka, at least they would not be intercepted.

People in the martial arts world have the style of people in the martial arts world. Almost everyone carries weapons, swords, sticks and various weapons, all placed in handy places. They seemed to be eating and drinking, shouting and shouting, while also stroking around with their eyes from time to time. They were like wolves, while they seemed to be searching for prey.

The group of people was divided into three groups, and four swordsmen were sitting in the middle of the hall. They looked a little sensible. They looked like they were the kind of people who came here for the first time. They thought they could handle everything with their high martial arts skills, and there was nothing else except the package they carried with them and a quick knife for each person.

Sitting in the small hall to the east was a team of seven or eight people. It seemed that there were all kinds of people in all kinds of religions, including men, women, old and young. Among them, there were even yellow skins carrying Luoyang shovels. They were obviously robbing graves and robbers. The leader was a guy in his forties who looked like a businessman, who looked kind and probably came to make money.

As for the third group, there were only three people. Li Defu recognized them all. Although he couldn't name them, he clearly remembered that three years ago, there was a group of more than a dozen treasure hunting teams staying in Xuantian Sword Tomb for a whole day, and in the end only three people came out, and that was the three people in front of him.

However, the three people who returned empty-handed last time seemed unwilling to accept it, and returned here again after three years of separation.

Li Defu stacked the rubbed cups into a pile, looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and took out more quilts from the wooden basket under the counter. There were three days left to be the day when the Xuantian Sword Tomb was opened. In the next three days, many people would probably come.

Without warning, the door of the inn suddenly opened with a bang, and the strong wind blew in with yellow sand. Everyone who was eating and drinking in the room immediately showed an unhappy look, and looked at the door with a bad expression.

A ragged man walked in from outside and turned around and closed the door heavily. He was about forty years old, with a messy beard on his face and deep wrinkles, which looked a little vicissitudes. His clothes seemed to have experienced many hardships in the wind and sand, hanging on his body in a torn manner, revealing the bronze muscles under the clothes. Behind him was a tight long sword wrapped in steps, which seemed to be very caring.

The man did not carry any luggage, and even had no water bags necessary for traveling in the desert, so he seemed extremely depressed. He frowned and looked at the people in the room, as if worried. He walked straight to the counter and nodded at Li Defu.

"Woman, do you have any room here?"

Li Defu curled his lips, and the other party's first words made him feel a little unhappy, so he decided to teach the other party a lesson.

"Of course, there are fifty taels a night in a single room and one hundred taels a night in a double room."

The man's face showed a hint of surprise, as if he was a little disbelief. He turned around and looked at everyone behind him, looked at Li Defu, and looked at everyone again. The people on the table that was close to him seemed to hear the conversation here, and suddenly a gloating laughter sounded.

Anger with embarrassment and embarrassment appeared on the man's face, but after a while, he calmed down again, "Give me two steamed buns and a bowl of water."

The price of the food was written on the board on the wall, but Li Defu couldn't make it easy to start the price. He sent the steamed buns and clear water to the man, and the man choked and ate the steamed buns.

Li Defu has seen such people more often, most of whom are homeless people with nothing but a life of bad life. If you want to fight here for fame and fortune, such people will usually end up miserably, because without companions and sufficient preparation, it is difficult to get it alone in the crisis-ridden underground maze. However, these things don’t matter to him, he is just a businessman.

The door kept opening and people came in endlessly. First, there were two young swordsmen in blue shirts, then a group of warriors in black clothes, and then an old man with a few big men in costumes. Treasure hunters walked into the inn one after another, either staying in a hotel or eating or drinking. At night, no one was coming, and at this moment, forty or fifty people had arrived in the inn.

Li Defu has already gained experience with such a scene. At this time, it is probably not that anyone will come. After all, there is no sun to distinguish the direction. In such a dark night, it is almost certain that he will die in the sandstorm weather. Those who are coming must have come long ago, and those who have not come so far may not have the chance to come again.

He scratched the door with a wooden stick and started to prepare supper.

During the day, the inn only provides four kinds of daily foods and two kinds of daily wine. The four kinds of foods are steamed buns, cooked beef, Yangchun noodles, and beef soup. The wine is Lao Baigan and Daughter Hong.

It’s not that it cannot provide a richer variety of food, but it’s because in such an environment, the simpler the food is, the more popular it is. For treasure hunters, filling their stomachs, replenishing their physical strength and being portable are the most important. Moreover, due to the climate, overly complex food is difficult to preserve.

However, in such a long night, such simple food obviously cannot make up for the appetite of treasure hunters, nor can it allow the inn to maximize wealth. So the owner of the inn, Li Defu, made a major innovation to provide more abundant food, but the price was even more deceptive. Having a pretty sumptuous dinner here was enough to book a luxurious banquet in the restaurant outside.

But since this may be their last delicious meal in this world for many people, being extravagant is not an exaggeration.

So all kinds of delicacies were served one after another, and Li Defu was getting happier as he saw the more and more money box filled with silver.

Only the ragged man still only had a bowl of clear water and two steamed buns, and treated it as supper when he dealt with it. He sat alone in the corner against the wall, as if he was conserving his strength, and seemed to be thinking about something.

But almost no one paid attention to him. Everyone was eating and drinking, talking to the people around him, throwing out all kinds of secret words from the world to prove their old ways, or wanting to get some useful information from the mouths of those who have been to Xuantian Jianzuka.

Li Defu had already started rubbing the used teacup for the second time, but just when he wanted to stack the teacups and put them in, a sudden bang and a violent vibration made the teacup in his hand fall to the ground.

He began to think that he had an illusion, but immediately - a bang.

There was another dull vibration, which seemed to be the footsteps of some big guy, rumbling, rumbling getting closer and closer, and became more and more obvious, as if it was approaching the gate of this inn. The people in the room seemed to feel something, and they stopped talking one by one, looking at the door in confusion.

The strange footsteps finally stopped when they approached the door. The next moment, a gentle knock on the door rang out...
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