Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 910 The Snake Demon in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio (6)

The surrounding people were filled with excitement, but also with hidden fear, hoping that Xiong Bufan would kill Zhong Yunshan.

Xiong Bufan: "Quiet!"

Zhong Yunshan looked at Xiong Bufan with eyes full of terror, and struggled to his feet, wanting to run away.

The servant who had accompanied him earlier was already terrified and hid to the side. He knew that his master had been cultivating immortality, but he never expected that his master was a monster.

Wherever Zhong Yunshan went, everyone automatically lined up in two rows, watching Xiong Bufan to see how he planned to handle the situation.

Xiong Bufan lived up to expectations, throwing his sword directly at Zhong Yunshan, piercing him straight through.

"Heretical practitioners deserve to die."

The onlookers shouted, "Good!!!"

Zhong Yunshan didn't do anything evil in his daily life, at least he didn't oppress the villagers, so it was a bit unexpected that people were cheering for him after his death.

Kongkong: "Not ordinary. In this small world, humans and demons are not equal. Many Taoists take it as their goal to eliminate all the demons in the world."

"Oh, the demons aren't really wrong, as long as they don't kill people."

Kongkong remained silent, yet she was well aware that the demon was not innocent.

Xiong Bufan said to the people in the house, "Whether they are demons or humans is not something they can decide for themselves. We will kill evil demons, but we must let good demons go!"

Wang Yi, who had practiced Taoist arts for several years, did not quite agree with Xiong Bufan's statement. "Don't true gods and demons both deserve to die?"

Xiong Bufan: "Of course not. Demons are living beings too, and they also have the right to live."

The words of demons are not necessarily credible, but the words of the true God are always credible.

Wang Yi hesitated for a moment, "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"What if the demon kills someone?"

Xiong Bufan looked at the fool with disdain and said, "That's an evil demon. Humans can be good or bad, and demons can be good or evil. What we need to do is kill the evil demon."

Wang Yi quieted down a bit then, "Yes."

It was getting late, and Xiong Bufan had finished eating, so he was too lazy to deal with these people anymore.

Zhong Yunshan lay on the ground, his face as white as tree bark, lifeless. Xiong Bufan walked over, pulled out his sword, wiped it with a cloth, and then held it in his arms like a treasure.

The horizontal blade responded to Xiong Bufan's affection with a "buzzing" sound.

The waiter was serving tea to the customers; these were all wealthy people, the easiest to fool.

Xiong Bufan: "If there's nothing else, you can all leave. It's getting late."

However, if you are staying at the inn, you can leave some money behind.

Wang Yi: "I have silver, I'll keep it."

The waiter readily accepted the money. "Sir, which type of room would you like? We have three types: upper, middle, and lower."

"Upstairs."

Xiong Bufan gave the waiter a look, and the waiter was a little confused, but still understood Xiong Bufan's meaning.

"Sir, a superior room costs ten taels of silver per night."

This price is expensive compared to other prices in the whole town, but Wang Yi didn't hesitate at all, "Okay."

The waiter was all smiles. "Sir, please come in."

Some of the other people in the lobby were tempted. "Waiter, I want a room too."

"I want to live here too."

"A superior room."

……

The place where the true God dwells is certainly not an ordinary place.

Xiong Bufan naturally wouldn't refuse to offer money voluntarily. He made another gesture to the waiter, indicating that, apart from Wang Yi, all the other commoners had booked upper, middle, and lower rooms at double the price.

The people in the hall were indignant, but there was nothing they could do, since Xiong Bufan hadn't stopped them from leaving.

In a single day, Xiong Bufan earned what Shui Sanniang earned in half a year.

The waiter looked at Xiong Bufan with some concern. The inn was a long-term business, and if they overcharged him like this, no one would come back next time.

Feeling bored in the lobby, Xiong Bufan went back to her room to sleep. She was starting to miss the television; she would never be bored if she could watch TV.

Kongkong was a little bored in the space, but also a little worried. It was their first time eating demon meat, and they might get sick.

Dead demons can only be considered wild beasts, and should not be considered demons.

Torn between conflicting emotions and attempts at self-consolation, Kongkong suffered from insomnia. She watched Xiong Bufan dream, rolling around nimbly in bed, wrapping himself up like a cocoon, and then, because of the dream, accidentally tearing the blanket.

Kongkong thought to himself: Xiong Bufan should be covered with a quilt made of gold thread and cotton, then it probably wouldn't be torn to shreds.

In the middle of the night, Xiong Bufan covered himself with the tattered blanket and slept soundly.

The two little ginseng spirits seemed tireless, constantly chattering and playing. When they got angry, they would go after Lai Cai, only to be electrocuted and run around everywhere.

When Xiong Bufan woke up in the morning, he was a little surprised to see the quilt, but he quickly left the room and arranged for the waiter to buy a new quilt.

It wasn't mealtime yet, but the people who had stayed overnight to watch the commotion the day before came back and sat in the lobby.

They wouldn't leave unless Xiong Bufan told them to, and they were genuinely curious about the difference between gods and humans.

The waiter arranged for someone to collect the money from them again, as if staying there meant they would keep spending money.

Xiong Bufan had only been here for less than three days when he inherited the Moonlight Inn and achieved financial freedom. Xiong Bufan was very satisfied with the current situation.

"You wicked fiend, give me back my father's life!"

A refined woman dressed in blue, Zhong Suqiu, entered with a group of soldiers, her face filled with anger.

Xiong Bufan looked up curiously, "I am the invincible, powerful, and beautiful true god."

Zhong Suqiu: "Sir, quickly seize this evil man! He killed my father!"

The hall was filled with prominent figures from the county, and the officers and soldiers were somewhat conflicted. "Miss Zhong, isn't this a misunderstanding?"

"No, my father's body was carried out from here."

Xiong Bufan: "Stop slandering me. Get out of here now, and I'll make sure you get out unharmed."

Xiong Dacheng was the son of the county magistrate Xiong Xiong. After seeing Zhong Suqiu, he fell in love with her at first sight and began to pull at her.

Xiong Dacheng always knew the difference between offending everyone in the room and offending a powerless but wealthy woman.

Xiong Bufan slapped Xiong Dacheng's hand away, "Let her leave by herself!"

Xiong Dacheng: "You dare hit me?"

Xiong Bufan slapped Xiong Dacheng across the face again, saying, "I never need a reason to hit people."

Zhong Suqiu was stunned by this turn of events. Pointing at Xiong Bufan, she said to the soldiers, "Arrest her quickly! She's a murderer!"

"what!"

Xiong Bufan reached out and twisted Zhong Suqiu's finger off. "I hate it when people point at me!"

"I am the true god, so why aren't you all backing down!"

The officers and soldiers retreated in unison. This person was clearly not human; they could not possibly fight against a god.

Seeing that the time was right, Xiong Bufan flew into the air, brandishing his horizontal sword, and released an electric dragon with long ears. The electric dragon circled in the space inn, searching for its target.