I, there is an inn that is weird

Chapter 26 Drunkard makes wine
A layer of unchanging night has been shrouded in Youjian inn, and the inn's lantern has never been extinguished after being lit by Xuanmo, and both of them stick to their posts.

In the attic in the backyard, Xuan Mo, who had a busy day, was counting today's harvest. It can be said that today was the day when he gained the most conceptual origins.

The attic is not as luxurious as imagined, not even comparable to the simple style of the guest rooms in the inn.

A room with a wooden couch. This is the room where Xuan Mo is located. Even the study room next to it has more furnishings than his bedroom.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, he looked at the conceptual origins like candlelight flames in front of him. This was the manifestation of the conceptual origins collected today. It was countless times larger than the previous conceptual origins that looked like fireflies.

The concept of candlelight was controlled by Xuan Mo's thoughts and flew out of his mouth and entered his body in an instant.

In a body that was as dark as an abyss, this candlelight was like the gap between a glass of water and a river. However, this candlelight brought hope to Xuan Mo.

Firm, pure, not affected by the darkness of the body, slowly sent to the source, constantly changing the fundamental rules that support the emergence of weird phenomena.

After the candle-like conceptual origin was rooted deep in the source, like a tenacious weed, not afraid of the wind and rain in the body, Xuan Mo felt a great joy at this time and was full of motivation for his goal.

There was no abnormality, but Xuan Mo felt that the pressure on himself seemed to be reduced. He did not have to suppress the original rules all the time, thereby maintaining a little pressure on the current rules.

Only when the most fundamental rules of Weird are completely replaced, can he completely integrate with Weird's body. At that time, even if a strong man from the fourth realm comes to an inn, he must abide by the rules of the inn.

He didn't need sleep, so he picked up his fishing rod and prepared to go to the backyard of the inn to prepare new ingredients for the inn.

The inn can attract many guests because the inn can bring enough benefits to the guests. Only when the benefits are obtained will the guests come to the inn again.

When Xuan Mo came to the backyard of the inn, he was still holding the same fishing rod as before, but after many times of tempering, the quality of this fishing rod had also improved a lot.

The remaining bones of the ingredients were extracted into essence by black ink and blended into this fishing rod with white bones as the main body.

The joints, which are like white jade, are connected by crystal clear fascia, giving people a strange beauty.

As for the fishing line, Xuan Mo specially blended it with the tendons of a snake demon. In addition, some special demon furs were not discarded, and all the essence was tempered and blended into it.

The current fishing line is as black as ink and as thin as hair. As for its strength, after repeated preparations with the inn's origin, it is difficult to break free even in the third realm.

The most important fishhook made Xuan Mo spend a lot of effort. In addition to the hardness he needed, he was equipped with various abilities such as sealing, suppression, imprisonment, and confusion.

If you magnify the fishhook countless times, you can see the densely packed runes on it, which overlap each other without affecting their respective functions. On the contrary, they can enhance each other's abilities.

It can be said that this fishhook is the best that Xuan Mo can do now. As for strengthening it again, unless his control over the inn can be greatly enhanced.

This fishhook can be said to be catchy, so don’t even think about running away. In order to catch better ingredients, in the past few days, apart from receiving guests at the inn, all other thoughts have been focused on the fishing rod in front of me.

It can be said that the current fishing rod is the fisherman’s dream lover. If he can own it, there may be a question mark about what his wife is.

"Give me ingredients from the third realm, for God's sake."

Every time he went fishing, Xuan Mo immediately had faith in his heart and was very pious. As for what to do after the fishing was over, it was open to question.

The bait used for fishing this time was a strange thing that was punished by the Mermaid Princess last time and was left over from the monster clan.

Moreover, it was left over from the tortoise monster clan. As for why Xuan Mo knew so well, it was because what he got was a whole tortoise shell.

Directly pulling out all the essence of the turtle shell, the turtle shell in his hand immediately turned into fly ash, leaving only a dove egg-sized, sea-blue crystal clear gem-like thing on his hand.

Without taking a second look, Xuan Mo skillfully hung it on the fishhook, gently tossing it with his hand, and the infinite length of the fishing line entered an unknown and strange space.

This time, in order to obtain high-quality ingredients, Xuan Mo spent a lot of money, and directly used the whole strange thing as bait. This was the first time.

This time Xuanmo was fishing, except for the chair under his buttocks, there was no other tea, fruit plate, etc. These things would disturb his concentration on fishing.

With the cost so high, he didn't dare to be distracted. If he really ran out of ingredients, it would take days, not months, to recover.

Looking at the fish float suspended in the air, Xuan Mo sat motionless on the armchair, waiting for the food to be hooked.

He prayed devoutly in his heart, as if whoever could bless him with food at this moment would be the most devout believer.

Time passes little by little, and there is no reference point in the unchanging backyard. No one knows how long time has passed.

The fish float in front of him has become the only thing in Xuan Mo's eyes. According to his current state, whoever disturbs him is preparing the next bait.

"It's moving, it's moving, eat it quickly."

Finally, the fish float that was as stable as a mountain in front of him started to move after Xuan Mo had been waiting for a long time. However, judging from the situation, he hadn't taken the bait yet, but the blessing in his heart was already roaring.

"Shh."

Seeing the float sinking into the void, Xuan Mo immediately got up and pulled up the fishing rod, and the curved fishing line immediately tightened, and the fishing rod was like a bow at this moment.

Although Xuan Mo couldn't leave the inn, through the connected fishing rod and fishing line, Xuan Mo knew that the ingredients this time were not small, and even if he didn't reach the third level, he would definitely be a big guy in the second level.

"Get me up..."

Unknowingly, Xuan Mo seemed to have forgotten that he was weird. He gritted his teeth tightly and raised his hands tightly.

For him, the fishing rod in his hand is not afraid of exploding or the fishing line is broken. He is very violent and wants to drag the hooked food into the inn.

If there was a fishing guy present, he would definitely curse a few words, either envying Xuan Mo for what he had in his hands or scolding him for not knowing any fishing skills.

But to Xuan Mo, this is bullshit. Being able to catch him is the king's rule. Why do you care so much now?
Not long after the stalemate, Xuan Mo came to his senses. The power of the inn was applied to his body. With the sound of "cluck, cluck", a big hand holding a wine vat appeared in front of his eyes.

The power of the inn is like a giant net at this moment, dragging the ingredients in front of you into the inn without any accidents.

"drunkard?"

Looking at the ingredients wrapped around the body with sealed chains, Xuan Mo said with some surprise.

The pottery vat with the word "wine" on it looked like he was drunk, and more importantly, the smell of alcohol permeated the entire backyard. Even Xuan Mo felt a bit drunk after taking a few sips.

"No wonder you are so strong. It turns out you are drunk and crazy."

After saying that, he jumped forward happily: "Luck, what luck. It seems that my luck is pretty good."

Come to think of it, such a big inn doesn't have any drinks, so it would be embarrassing to tell them.

After being happy, he dragged the drunken drunkard and ran to the kitchen.

Under Xuan Mo's control, a half-foot-tall large wine vat appeared in the kitchen, filled with ordinary wine that appeared under the rules.

Without hesitation, he picked up the machete and slashed at this second-level drunkard.

It is said that soaking centipedes and poisonous snakes are great tonics. Now Xuan Mo is preparing to soak drunkards in wine. It must be a great tonic.

The drunkard finally remembered to resist, but was suppressed from the inside out. He could only watch helplessly as the machete came towards him.

In order to ensure the effectiveness of the first batch of wine in the inn, Xuan Mo didn't even remove the source of the undigested monster from the drunkard's body.

Immediately, a "dong, dong" sound came from the backyard kitchen, and then there was a sound like something entering the pool.

"Finally I have some wine that I can handle."

A sound of relief came from the kitchen, and it was unclear how the drunkard who died unjustly felt.

(End of this chapter)