It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

On this early morning, the two bumped into each other without realizing it, marking their first encounter.

……

At night, Qinghe Miao walked into an inconspicuous little restaurant.

During the day, he rests or goes to the world of "Bad Guys" to handle military affairs.

In the evening, it's the perfect time for activities. Come stroll around the world of "Mr. Amazing" and experience the atmosphere of this era.

It must be said that this era possessed a unique charm.

You don't need to appear to be very rich.

As long as you stand there, countless "enjoyers" will come to your door to promote their products.

Of course, most of them are traps.

When you can't afford something, you'll be openly mocked.

Many of the pretentious and embarrassing scenes in literary works likely became popular during this period.

It provides fertile ground for corresponding literary creation.

Furthermore, people's enthusiasm for starting a business was truly fervent during this period.

He was simply exchanging gold bars for some money here for convenience, and that's when he was targeted.

The missing storylines in the world of "Under One Person" have been made up for this time.

Blinded by the desires of this era, the group greedily and cunningly blocked his way.

They probably thought that the young man was alone, dressed plainly, and looked easy to bully.

Qinghe Miao glanced at them.

He didn't say anything.

I just moved my wrist slightly.

Soon after, the small restaurant was filled with steam.

The proprietress placed a plate of freshly cooked fried noodles in front of Qing Hemiao.

The noodles were glistening with oil, the shredded meat was crispy and fragrant, and the scallions were bright green—the presentation was incredibly tempting.

"Young man, enjoy your meal."

The shop is small, with only six tables.

At this hour, all five tables were occupied by customers: migrant workers burying their heads in their food, middle-aged people sipping their drinks, and a lovey-dovey young couple.

"Thank you."

Qinghe Miao picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of fried noodles.

Then, he didn't put it in his mouth.

Instead, he held it under his nose, smelled it, and then brought it up to his eyes to examine it closely.

I just won't put it in my mouth.

A middle-aged man at the next table, his face flushed and neck red from drinking, watched curiously and couldn't help but lean over:

"Hey bro, what are you doing? What are you looking at? What's so interesting about that?"

"It's precisely because I didn't see anything special that I was surprised."

Qinghe Miao answered earnestly in a gentle tone.

"Don't worry, young man! The ingredients I use are absolutely clean, and I buy them fresh every day!"

Behind the counter, the proprietress remained as enthusiastic as ever:

"Besides, this is a family recipe, how could you tell the difference so easily? Eat up, eat up, it's delicious!"

Other guests echoed this sentiment.

"That's right, I've been eating at this place for years, it's absolutely safe!"

"Hey buddy, first time back? Eat up, no worries, we won't rip you off!"

"Look at us, we eat all day long, what could possibly happen to us?"

Qinghe Miao stared at the plate, not moving.

Then he laughed and flipped one hand over.

A staff, level with his eyebrows, appeared out of thin air in his hand and was placed on the table with a "thud".

"Sorry, I'm not really interested in knowing what this stuff tastes like."

Qing Hemiao raised her head, her gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present, her tone still gentle:

"So, before I make my move, does anyone want to leave?"

The entire restaurant was instantly silent.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Qinghe Miao immediately understood.

Tonight's hunt was guided by my Stand, the Purple Hermit, which led me here.

There is a problem, there is definitely a problem.

However, with his current cultivation level, without relying on the system, he couldn't distinguish which person present was a demon.

He couldn't tell whether the dish had been tampered with.

This means that if it were a novice chivalrous hero, they would have already met their demise.

That's interesting.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of practice and experience.

嗚！

Before they could answer.

In an instant, Qing Hemiao grabbed a stick from the table, sprang up, and slammed the stick straight at the landlady's face!

Seeing someone conjure such a huge stick out of thin air for no reason, after the initial surprise, they didn't even ask a question and just fell silent.

Isn't this just admitting guilt without being asked?

I never expected that there wouldn't be a single normal person in the whole room.

The wind howled through the air!

The proprietress's kind face suddenly changed!

That face instantly turned sinister, its features distorted, and its body became ethereal as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, drifting backward!

A blur remained in place as Qinghe Miao's stick passed through it, striking nothing!

"Hiss! It's someone with magical powers!"

She let out a piercing scream, her voice filled with venom:

"We're complete strangers, let's keep to ourselves! Don't push your luck and make things difficult for everyone!"

"Difficult to handle?"

Qinghe Miao flipped the table in front of him over, splashing soup everywhere. The spilled soup turned a dark green color and emitted a strange, fishy stench.

"Then let's not do it!"

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Qinghe Miao changed his stance, channeling his inner strength into his staff.

With a single blow, it seemed to cleave the demonic aura drifting in the air in two!

"what!"

The proprietress retreated at the sound of her voice, staggering several steps. Once she regained her balance, her face grew even more ferocious, and she screamed in a hoarse voice:

"What are you all standing there for? We've run into someone trying to cause trouble. Let's all go! Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the diners in the room revealed their true colors!

Some had blue faces and fangs, some were covered in hair, some had distorted features, and some had twisted bodies...

In an instant, the entire small restaurant was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and ghostly figures appeared everywhere!

They swarmed in from all directions, forming a net-like trap, trying to surround and kill Qinghe Miao in the middle!

Qinghe Miao remained calm and composed, holding his staff. His aura was as steady as a mountain, and his eyes, when opened and closed, showed no emotion whatsoever.

The Lankavatara Vajra Treatise states that the staff technique is described as "seeing me as tall as Mount Sumeru."

Stick stance, rise!

He slowly held the stick in an arc in front of him, surrounded by a Buddhist aura and faint chanting!

break!

Boom!

A sudden burst of countless stick shadows erupted!

In this small space, he struck in all directions with his stick, the shadows of the stick moving back and forth endlessly, layer upon layer, dense and impenetrable!

The evil creatures that rushed at him couldn't even get close!

They only felt a flash of the staff before their eyes, then a sharp pain in their bodies, and then they were sent flying backward!

"what--!"

"Damn it—!"

Screams rose and fell as several figures crashed against the walls, tables, and floor, rolling around in a heap.

The proprietress stared in disbelief.

"That's strong?! The monkeys are catching the jungle monsters!"

She gritted her teeth:

"Use gusts of eerie wind!"

Several evil creatures that had been knocked away struggled to their feet and flew to the doorway and the sides of the shop counter. They puffed out their cheeks like balloons and began to blow air frantically!

call--!!

A chilling, bone-chilling gust of wind swept through the entire restaurant in an instant!

Qinghe Miao felt a chill run through her body, and goosebumps instantly rose all over her skin!

That chill didn't come from the outside, but emanated from within, as if the wind was seeping into the cracks of your bones, and your blood was about to freeze!

He mustered his inner strength.

It's a little better.

Try using YiD Qi again.

It's gotten a little better.

But I still feel cold.

"Hahaha--!"

The proprietress laughed maniacally, her limbs flailing wildly as she frantically channeled her ghostly energy, trying to add even more power!

"How does our eerie wind smell? Once we extinguish your yang fire, you'll suffer from kidney deficiency at best, and turn into an ice pop at worst! Die! Die! Die!!"

Just as she was screaming wildly, a flash of light appeared!

puff!