Zhao Chan jogged all the way and passed Xizhao Inn.

The heavy-chested landlady was sitting with a foreign man he had never seen before, and shouted loudly: "Little toad, I didn't ask you to help today, where were you?"

Zhao Chan stopped and whispered softly: "Hello, Sister Wan'er, go to the Demon Slayer Division."

"What are you doing in that damn place?"

"My neighbor found me a job."

The landlady is not beautiful, but her crushing breasts and flaming red lips are eye-catching.

Zhao Chan's eyes were pure and clear, without any emotion.

"Who is on duty today?"

"Brother Wang Huanwang."

"He. Go ahead and come back to my place for dinner."

"Sister Wan'er..."

"Mother-in-law, sister Wan'er is worthy of your pair of chopsticks."

"Okay." Zhao Chan smiled, which was extremely rare.

Seeing the young man running quickly towards the Demon Slayer Division, the red-lipped proprietress deliberately bumped her chest and introduced the stranger with a sword mark on his forehead: "He is the Zhao Chan I mentioned to you. My parents unfortunately died of illness about six years ago. , leaving only a dilapidated ancestral house. Seeing how pitiful he was, I often asked him to work part-time in the inn."

The outsider knew what she was going to say next, and spoke sternly: "The quota has been promised to Zhou Sheng's grandson a long time ago. That boy is a blessed person. Countless blessings will come to him even if he is lying around doing nothing. I understand you. I have an idea, now that I can go back, I want Zhao Chan to explore the way for you..."

"Help me once?" Sister Wan'er tried.

The foreigner estimated that he was in his early thirties and said calmly: "I can't make the decision."

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"Oh, don't say all you have to say, give me some face." Sister Wan'er rubbed her breasts against the stranger.

The foreigner avoided the increasingly charming landlady: "I advise you to have some conscience."

She puffed up her chest and said, "Hey, A Ping, why do I have no conscience? You see, I have a very big conscience."

The proprietress glanced at Zhao Chan's retreating figure, her red lips twitched, and she whispered: "You and I know the situation in this town well, it's just a child who must die... Besides, I treat him very well... If If you leave now, you can live longer."

Clouds with abundant rain came without any warning from the northwest of Youju Town.

The outsider looked deeply at the proud boss lady and said helplessly: "You still don't repent."

After that, he walked towards the clouds.

The landlady shouted: "Aping, I wish you a safe journey! Remember to go home for dinner!"

A Ping was too lazy to pay attention to her.

She raised her head and looked at the four characters "Xizhao Inn" for a while. A corner of the plaque showed a mold sore, and then returned to the living room muttering to herself.

The Demon Slayer Division is not only unattractive, but also extremely downtrodden. Moss grows on the cracks in the walls of the house he rents.

Someone had already been waiting in front of the door with a sword. Diaoer Langdang was holding a grass root in his mouth, and his cloak with several holes in it was hanging limply on his back. He looked at Zhao Chan who was approaching, threw the iron sword to him, pointed at it and placed it at the door. bamboo basket.

The iron sword is very heavy, about forty pounds, but it doesn't matter to Zhao Chan who walks through mountains and forests to collect paint. He easily carries the sword and picks up a bamboo basket with a stack of yellow talismans: "Yes..."

"Did Captain Sun call you here?" Wang Huan asked.

Zhao Chan tentatively said, "Yes. Brother Wang, is it fifteen articles?"

"If you are willing to join the Demon Slayer Division, thirty coins, would you consider it?" Wang Huan looked at Zhao Chan admiringly, spoke seductively, and spat out the weed in his mouth.

"I've heard about Lao Liu. We demon slayers don't dare to go there alone in the bad land of Evil Man Mountain. It would be better for Lao Liu... Then again, you kid can grab some bones for Lao Liu all by yourself. If you are brave, you will be lucky. Don't think about it. Join the Demon Slayer Division. I can't guarantee anything else. It's not difficult to buy a good coffin."

"Captain Sun begged me again and again to accept his son into the Demon Slayer Division, but I refused. Do you know why?"

"I don't understand." Zhao Chan whispered.

"What does the Demon Slayer Division do?" Wang Huan looked unkempt and unshaven.

"Kill the demons wherever there are demons, and destroy the demons wherever there are demons."

"That's not it."

Zhao Chan carried a sword on his back and a bamboo basket on his shoulder. He followed Wang Huan at a brisk pace, and the two men, one large and one small, walked out of the town. The young man said honestly: "I don't know."

"Hey." Wang Huan straightened his cloak, as if he had been waiting for this moment, and raised his voice, "The Demon Slayer Division is responsible for slaying demons and protecting the people's safety.