Transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world to become a village bully and set up a stall in ancient

Chapter 365 Waves of Thugs

Although the manager of Zuixianlou didn't see clearly who beat him, he could guess with his toes that it must have been someone from the restaurant across the street.

He immediately glared angrily at Juxianlou, his face bruised and swollen, yet he still managed a sinister expression: "Hmph, if open methods don't work, then we'll resort to underhanded ones!"

Tonight, he is determined to make the other side pay a heavy price!

The owner of Zuixianlou, clutching his bruised cheek, limped back to his restaurant.

That night.

Gao Mengli and Lin Xi, rubbing their aching backs and arms, walked into the backyard of the restaurant to rest.

The two had barely lain down when they felt the room window open.

Gao Mengli suddenly opened her eyes, threw off the covers, stepped on the stomach of the person sleeping on the floor under the bed, and quickly ran to the window.

Lin Xi, who was sleeping, was hit on the chest with a large rock. Just as she was about to scream and wail, her mouth was suddenly covered tightly, successfully silencing her.

Lin Xi twisted her face and blinked her free eyes: Hei Yi, why did you step on me? Are you sick?

In the darkness, Hei Yi, by the moonlight, understood Lin Xi's meaning, quickly made a shushing gesture, and explained in a low voice, "Someone is coming!"

Also, it wasn't him who stepped on it!

He silently explained it to himself.

But now is not the right time to explain; we can only swallow our tears and take the blame for this huge, unjust mess.

Gao Mengli walked quietly to the window, and Mengze poked his head in from outside, "Master, the other side has started again."

Gao Mengli frowned. She was truly afraid of flies, not tigers.

Kill one, and a swarm comes; endless, wave after wave.

Gao Mengli whispered a few words in Mengze's ear, closed the window, and climbed back to sleep.

She hadn't been looking where she was going, but she did see Hei Yi when he blocked her way.

So I took a detour, avoiding both going back and forth and getting two shots!

The next day, the innkeeper of Zuixianlou, in high spirits, got out of bed and stretched.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a row of "things" hanging precariously from the beam above my head.

The seven assassins in black had their outer robes stripped off, and their black robes were pulled down to their waists. Their hands and feet were also bound together with red ropes like rice dumplings.

Her head drooped, and a brightly blooming daisy was pinned to her hair.

A morning breeze blew, and the seven figures swayed from side to side.

One of them wasn't fully awake yet. He groggily shook his head, and a daisy from his hair fell off, landing right on the shopkeeper's nose, creating a scene straight out of a row of "teru teru bozu" dolls.

"Ow—!"

The sound of a pig being slaughtered has now become a tangible reality.

The shopkeeper covered his nose and retreated in terror, not noticing that he had stepped in several piles of dog poop and fell flat on his back with a "plop".

His wailing face met a pair of round eyes on the beam.

This was the head of the assassins he had specially hired at a high price last night. He was currently hanging in the very center, with crumbs of pastry still stuck to the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he was having a midnight snack before he was knocked unconscious.

"Who, who did this?!"

The shopkeeper, clutching his sore backside, looked at the dog excrement all over the ground. The stench made him run to the side and gag.

He stretched out his hand, pointing at the teru teru bozu dolls on the beam, his voice trembling like a leaf in anger, "My money! I spent three hundred taels to hire a top-notch assassin!"

At this moment, the burly doorman heard his manager's pitiful cries and rushed over.

He glanced at the beam, then at the shopkeeper, and offered his insightful observation: "Shopkeeper, the knot is quite unique; the red rope against the black clothes looks just like the lanterns in our building..."

"Unique my foot!"

The shopkeeper grabbed a broom and swung it at the gatekeeper, yelling, "Get them down here right now!"

"If my customers see this, will my Drunken Immortal Pavilion still be able to stay open?!"

The guys who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines quickly ran out and hurriedly brought over a ladder.

Just as they were about to untie the ropes, the assassin on the far right suddenly stirred and mumbled weakly, "Water...give me some water...the osmanthus cake from last night was too dry..."

Shopkeeper: "..."

When people are extremely speechless, they may laugh or even go berserk.

He swung the broom and whipped the leader, then indiscriminately whipped everyone on the beam, still not satisfied.