My timeless tavern

Chapter 60 Bai Zhizhi
"By the way, do you know that weirdo on Peach Blossom Island?" Huang Rong suddenly thought of the dispute with her father.

"Weird?" Xiao Longnu was confused.

Huang Rong described the "weirdo".

Xiao Longnu suddenly said: "You mean the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, right?"

"You really know him!" Huang Rong secretly rejoiced.

Xiao Longnu had heard of Zhou Botong's name in the world, but she actually knew more about him from Su Luo.

She had earlier asked Su Luo about the masters in her world.

Xiao Longnu told the information she knew.

Huang Rong nodded frequently.

That weirdo is not a bad person after all.

She rolled her eyes and suddenly changed her mind.

Originally, she wanted to inform her father about the existence of the tavern, but now she suddenly realized that now might not be the best time.

Dad is a stubborn old man.

What if he doesn't believe in the magic of the tavern and doesn't even let him come?
"Improve your strength first, at least be stronger than dad."

"Let's see if he dares to lecture me in the future, hum!"

Thinking of the scene where she suppressed her father, a smile appeared on her face.

While Huang Rong was chatting with Xiao Longnu and Ying Yinman, a voice suddenly came from the door.

Huang Rong looked subconsciously and saw a man dressed as a middle-aged Taoist entering the door carrying a coffin.

When she was confused, she saw the man arching his hand towards Su Luo, then pointing at the coffin and saying with a smile on his face: "Sir, please give me an estimate of the price of this zombie!"

"What is a zombie?" Huang Rong asked confused.

Ying Yinman explained: "Zombies are a kind of monster that transforms into a corpse when resentment gathers in the throat when a person dies. It feeds on blood and is invulnerable..."

Listening to Ying Yinman's words, Huang Rong felt inexplicably tingling in her heart.

"Is there really that kind of monster?" she asked uncertainly.

The legend of zombies only existed during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and there is no such rumor in the world of vultures.

As Huang Rong's voice fell, the coffin board suddenly flew out, followed by a foul smell, and a corpse jumped out of it.

Huang Rong was shocked.

Uncle Jiu raised his hand subconsciously, but saw Su Luo wave his hand gently, and the zombie froze in mid-air, unable to move.

[Baizhan (ten years of Taoism): worth 500 space-time coins. 】

Seeing this result, Uncle Jiu was quite surprised.

When he saw the word "white zombie", he also automatically learned the tavern's classification of zombies.

Those who have practiced the Tao for fifty years or less are white zombies, those who have practiced the Tao for less than two hundred years are black zombies, those who have been within one thousand years are jumping zombies, those who have practiced the Tao for five thousand years or less are flying zombies, and beyond that, they are demons.

"Whenever I can catch a demon, I will make a fortune." Uncle Jiu secretly looked forward to it.

Su Luo stared at the imprisoned zombie and fell into deep thought.

After extracting the Daoxing of this white-zombified body, there are two solutions for its body.

The first is to turn his entire body into a disposable brewing material, which can enhance his cultivation and physical fitness at the same time after drinking it; the second is to keep this zombie as a collection in his treasure house.

Once it is contained in the treasure house, you will gain absolute control over the zombie.

Thinking of this, Su Luo subconsciously looked at Nie Xiaoqian, who was lying in front of the window not far away, bathing in the sun.

Zombies can be put into the treasure house, but can female ghosts also be included?

"She should have been induced to sell herself to a tavern."

As soon as this thought emerged from his mind, Su Luo shook his head to dispel it.

After pondering for a while, he still felt that a collection of living zombies was much more useful than a disposable brewing material.

As soon as the thought occurred, the zombie suddenly disappeared in front of several people.

Also disappearing was the coffin on the ground.

Xiao Longnu and Ying Yinman are commonplace. Huang Rong was dumbfounded.

Suddenly, she suddenly thought of her mother.

Every time she was wronged, she would go to her mother's coffin and cry, but what if her mother really woke up one day and turned into such a monster?
This kind of zombie especially likes to suck the blood of blood relatives!
She shuddered at the thought.

Just when she was suspicious, she suddenly heard Xiao Longnu's voice.

"Uncle Jiu and we are from different worlds. There are ghosts and ghosts there, and the world we are in does not exist."

Huang Rong raised her head: "Really?"

"Every world has its own particularities, just like ours doesn't even have any internal skills." Ying Yinman added with a smile.

While they were talking, Uncle Jiu had already walked over with a wine glass in his hand and said hello to the three of them.

"This is the new Miss Huang Ronghuang." Ying Yinman helped introduce her.

Huang Rong was particularly curious about those ghosts and asked about them.

After learning that her mother could not transform into a corpse, she secretly felt guilty and felt that her thoughts were really inappropriate.

After chatting for a while, Uncle Jiu couldn't wait to drink his glass of wine, which could increase his moral practice for twenty years.

After Huang Rong chatted with the two for a while, she couldn't wait to leave.

She was already planning how to get her father's two secrets, collect all the rare treasures at home, and plan to exchange them for space-time coins in the tavern.

But as soon as she reached the door, she was almost knocked over by a huge figure holding a tray.

After seeing the guy in front of her clearly, she couldn't help but take two steps back and shrank to the bar.

"That's good!"

Po can already distinguish between men and women, but he is still a little blind to the people in the tavern.

He said hello with a smile, then bent down and handed out the tray and said: "Try my steamed buns quickly. I can eat ten, no, fifty of these in one meal!"

Huang Rong was even more surprised to see that this panda that she had only seen in the storybook could actually speak human words. She subconsciously looked at Su Luo.

"This is also a guest in the tavern, Dragon Warrior Abao." Su Luo smiled.

"This is Huang Rong, the new guest."

"So you're a newcomer, so you need to try a few more." Abao almost brought the tray to Huang Rong's mouth.

Huang Rong's panic dissipated a little when she learned that this panda was also a guest.

She hesitated, took the two buns, and thanked them.

Finding that the other person was still staring straight at her, she had no choice but to lower her head and take a bite.

The buns have thin skin and thick fillings, and are surprisingly delicious.

"Not bad, it's delicious." She praised.

"Haha, let me tell you!" Abao excitedly handed the bun to Su Luo.

Su Luo then picked up two buns and found that they tasted really good.

After thinking that he could invite Mr. Duck to sell noodles and buns in the tavern in the future, Su Luo asked: "Is the matter resolved?"

Abao laughed and said proudly: "Of course, I am the Dragon Warrior!"

He twisted his fat butt and delivered the buns on the tray to the guests in the tavern one by one, not forgetting to talk about his glorious achievements.

"With the guidance of my husband, I know what Kung Fu is..."

"Taro rushed towards me fiercely, but he didn't know that I had realized that no sword is better than a sword..."

"With just a wave of his hand, he fell to the ground!" Abao put down the tray, put the remaining five buns into his mouth, and chewed them.

Ying Yinman was curious when he heard this: "So you killed that snow leopard?"

"Yes, that's not right either," Po swallowed the bun in his mouth and shook his head. "He will enter the spirit world, which is not really dead, but he will not pose a threat to everyone in the future!"

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