Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Then I'll trouble you, boss." Luo Ting bowed and without much hesitation, he asked his assistants to unload the goods and prepare to move them in. He continued, "There are only three rooms left. Could it be that some guests arrived before us?"

"Yes, they are some good guys," the shop owner said, lowering his voice and pointing to the side. "Please go up to the second floor through the side door. I'm afraid they will have bad intentions when they see the goods and cause trouble."

"Okay." Luo Ting had no objection of course. He thought that this man looked gentle and polite, but he was actually quite capable.

At this time, Fang Xiwen had already started to feel a little suspicious. The shop owner looked too refreshing, and the calluses on his palms were near the fingers, not on the edges of the palms. He didn't look like someone who worked all year round, but rather like a scholar who often wrote articles.

This is consistent with the rumors among the villagers.

As a customer, he didn't need to help unload the goods, so he walked around the owner and looked into the lobby. He smelled a faint odor of mutton on the owner, but he couldn't tell what kind of animal it was.

In the lobby was a group of gangsters dressed in tight clothes, three men and one woman, with weapons on their waists. They were standing on stools and chatting loudly, tearing a piece of beef and putting it into their mouths. A wine jar was broken into several pieces on the ground, but there was still some wine in it.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen slowly stepped back and looked at the owner and said, "Boss, do you usually have so many customers? You can't handle it alone. This beef looks like it weighs half a pound."

"Normally, there aren't any, but the recent rumor..." The shop owner seemed easy to talk to. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's about monsters, and it attracted a lot of people. Some came to become my disciples, some came to catch monsters, and some came to join in the fun. My business has improved as a result.

So I have been preparing food in advance recently, and I am barely able to cope with it. Are you guys here for the monsters too?"

"It's a bit of a fun-watching thing, I guess." Fang Xiwen frowned slightly, looked at Luo Ting, and said with a smile: "But we are mainly in a hurry. If we don't pass by here, we will have to go a long way."

"Is that so?" The shop owner did not suspect anything.

On the other side, Xiao Li was carrying a large box, staggering from side to side. Suddenly, he staggered and fell towards the store owner, shouting urgently, "Shop owner, please help me!"

"Yoyo, be careful."

The shop owner came over and supported it from below, and with a strong lift, they were able to stabilize the large box together. He smiled, and helped carry it to the side door of the yard.

"There are no signs of martial arts training..." Fang Xiwen touched his chin and slowly followed.

The guys in the team unloaded their efforts, transported the goods to the small courtyard, and placed them there, covering them with black cloth to prevent dust. Luo Ting also walked in and looked around the courtyard.

This small courtyard is ordinary and square, but one of the walls has collapsed, as if it had been hit by something. Although it was repaired later, traces of it are still retained.

The rest are ordinary water tanks, stone tables, rattan chairs and other items. Only one room is special. Its windows are covered with red paper-cuts of various styles, and you can also see women's rouge and other items on the window sill.

Seeing this, Luo Ting inspected the goods and asked casually, "Did the shop owner just get married? Why is the wife not here? Did she go back to her parents' home to visit them?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen suddenly realized something. No wonder, this small shop is a bit difficult for one person to run, but it is very reasonable for a couple, which can also explain the owner's refreshing appearance. In the past, it was the wife who did the work.

When the shop owner heard this, a sad look appeared on his smiling face, and his eyebrows and eyes drooped, "It would be great if it were so.

Actually…my wife got a strange disease last month. She looked for medicine everywhere but it didn’t work. The disease came and went like a thread. She passed away soon after, leaving me alone in this world.”

"…My condolences." Luo Ting also fell silent. It was inappropriate to say anything at this moment. He was just testing the owner's feelings, but when he saw that the owner's grief didn't seem fake, he was speechless.

"So, you are the only one who is trying to run this inn?" Fang Xiwen walked to the front of the red paper window and suddenly spoke.

"It's all for a living," the shop owner forced out an ugly smile, "If my wife were still alive, I'm afraid she wouldn't want to see me hit my head against my head and go to the underworld to look for her."

"No, you are preserving traces of your wife's existence," he looked at the red papers quietly and said softly, "Leave everything in its original place, as if she had never left...

This inn was actually opened for her."

Hearing this, the shop owner fell silent, and he continued, "Your Madam is very lucky to have met you."

"…Sir, what do you mean?"

Fang Xiwen turned her head and met a pair of eyes that looked like a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw. The pretty face was squeezed together, and there was a faint light in the eyes, wanting to come out, but also seemed to be afraid.

"Because you've always been remembering her," Fang Xiwen smiled and said with some emotion, "If it were me, I probably wouldn't have the courage to live in this small courtyard.

Maybe I'll see the red paper she didn't finish cutting, maybe I'll find the coat she sewed two buttons on, maybe I'll find the pickled vegetables she hid under the bed for the winter... Everything has her shadow, but it seems to remind me that she will never come back."

The shop owner burst into tears. Unlike Fang Xiwen's calm narration, he experienced this kind of thing every day, and every time he wanted to forget, these things would remind him, "Ah, it turns out that she is dead and I will never see her again."

"In fact, if you put yourself in their shoes, if there is someone who is willing to remember me like this when I face the inevitable death, I will die without regrets, because my life will continue in him."

Fang Xiwen didn't mean anything else, he just spoke from his heart. As a person whose past was cut off, he would occasionally wonder what he would leave behind in the world if he died suddenly.

thump!

Unexpectedly, the owner had already knelt down with tears streaming down his face.

Although he was standing in front of the two people, he seemed to be talking to another world, and his voice came out of his throat little by little: "Ping'er, I will remember you, and I will definitely let you live, no matter what the cost...!"

This sounded strange, but after he finished speaking, he turned around and bowed to Fang Xiwen, "Young Master, you have helped me to resolve my problems. I have nothing to repay you for. I only hope that you will be safe and sound, and that you and your lover will eventually be together!"

"Hey, hey, hey, why bother?" Fang Xiwen quickly helped him up and said with a smile, "If you really want to repay me, there is a way. I think there should be wine in the inn. If Brother Luo likes it, you can just bring some good ones."

Hearing this, the shop owner stood up, wiped away his tears, opened his red and swollen eyes, and smiled slightly: "Young Master, you are right, our shop doesn't have anything else, but we still have some good wine.

There are two jars of 'Drunken Immortal' under the cellar. I will take them out and send them to you two later."

"Not busy, go and have a rest first." Fang Xiwen helped him into the room, feeling emotional but also a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the owner's sincere feelings, his confusion did not dissipate, but became even stronger. His motivation for opening the store was reasonable and his behavior was normal, but if everything the owner said was true, how did he get involved with the monster?

How could a rumor that spread so far be groundless?

A lot of thoughts were running through his mind, and as soon as they came out, he saw Luo Ting's eyes shining, looking very out of control, and he kept muttering something like "He's the Drunken Immortal" and "He has two jars".

After seeing Fang Xiwen, Luo Ting rushed over and hugged his shoulders, laughing and said, "Boy, oh no, Xiao Fang, Brother Luo really loves you well, do you know how long I have been coveting this Drunken Immortal?

Not to mention two jars, even just taking a bite can help you live longer..."

"That's enough," Fang Xiwen rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "Don't make it seem like I'm targeting someone's weakness when I get you a drink. What a character..."

"Hey, don't say that. I'll give you a glass when I get the wine. Don't say Brother Luo is stingy!"

"Come on, forget it. They gave it to me as a gift! Whether you get a drink depends on my mood. You even gave me a drink, haha."

Chapter 145 Who is stupid? Huh

The Longxing Escort Agency stayed at the inn.

In the evening, the owner did not forget his promise and brought up two jars of wine from the cellar in two batches.

In the room on the second floor, two people were sitting opposite each other. On the table were two jars of the famous "Drunken Immortal". They were sealed with red cloth and the openings were wrapped with gold thread, which looked very festive.

As soon as the shop owner left, Luo Ting's eyes lit up and he was about to pounce like a hungry wolf, but was stopped by Fang Xiwen.

"Don't worry," he stretched out his hand to hold one of the jars, slowly moved it to his side, and said, "Brother Luo, you take one jar of wine and I take one jar."

"Okay, okay, drink yours first." Luo Ting was completely shameless. He smiled cunningly and stretched out his big hand towards him.

"Don't even think about it. I won't open this jar." Fang Xiwen sneered and hid the wine behind him. "If you want to drink, drink your own. I'm going to give this jar away."

"Who are you giving it to? You're not going to give it to me, Xiao Fang..." Hearing that such precious wine was going to be given away, Luo Ting felt heartbroken and his eyes were about to glow green.

"You're overthinking. This is for the girl's parents. She said her father likes to drink, so I've been keeping an eye on it," Fang Xiwen seemed quite proud, with a sinister smile, "If I send this jar to them, how happy will her family be?"

"No need!" Luo Ting waved his hands anxiously, and said in a gentle and persuasive way: "Why give such a precious thing to others? Isn't it better for the two of us to drink it?

I still have three jars of Peach Blossom Wine here, which have been buried for more than ten years. If that person knows the value of the wine, he will be so happy that he will kowtow to you if you give it to him for safekeeping!"

"Who's with you two?"

Seeing that he was not getting any attention, Luo Ting was at a loss as to what to do. He was filled with resentment towards the drunkard whom he had never met before.

Damn, how can this old man be so lucky that he can drink Drunken Immortal just lying at home! I was so nice to this guy and he only gave me one jar!

"Okay, stop thinking about my jar. I don't like drinking." The more Luo Ting liked it, the happier Fang Xiwen became, and the more decisive her refusal became.

Look, this guy who loves drinking takes it so seriously. Wouldn’t this jar of wine be enough to conquer the silly girl’s father?

Thinking of this, he smiled sinisterly again, turned around and left with the wine in his arms, leaving Luo Ting begging behind him.

"Xiao Fang, hey, come back, Xiao Fang, can you come back? Just drink a little! Half a cup! One sip!"

"Hehehe, goodbye!"

After returning to the room and out of the old drunkard's sight, Fang Xiwen finally felt relieved. He carefully cleared a space in the mustard ring and placed the precious jar of Drunken Immortal.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around habitually.

Wooden tables and chairs with slight traces of insects, clean bedding, candlesticks stained with wax... This is a very ordinary room, but there is a hole in the window, so there is still some wind noise even when it is closed.

From here, you can see the room in the courtyard with paper-cuts pasted on it. Fang Xiwen stared at it for a while.

"Well, it looks beautiful during the day, but a little creepy at night, especially the shadows cast by the reflection." He commented casually and closed the window.

There were three empty rooms in the inn. Normally, he should have one room as a guest, and the remaining six people should have two rooms, but Luo Ting said that his back was not good and he could only sleep on a bed. If he wanted to share a room with him, then Fang Xiwen would have no problem with that. He was used to sleeping on the hard floor.

Thinking that this guy might ask him to drink again later, Fang Xiwen quickly took out a pen and paper and wrote down the day's events to help him think.

Even though the shop owner didn't look like a bad guy, he still didn't let down his guard. Rumors about monsters couldn't be groundless.

He found two suspicious points. One was the smell of mutton on the owner. He had just brought up some wine from the cellar, and the faint smell was stronger, which was a bit strange.

Fang Xiwen had tested him during the day, and the owner said that the beef was prepared in advance, not freshly slaughtered... Then where did the smell come from? There were no cattle or sheep raised in the yard. Could it be that the raw meat was kept in the cellar?

Second, the time doesn’t match. The owner said his wife died last month, so if he had only been in business for less than a month, then the clean look could be explained, but the villagers said it was a new store that had just opened.

Could it be that the wife is not the boss either, and there is someone else running the business?

"Something is not right. I feel like something is wrong." Fang Xiwen had a very subtle feeling. He himself had no idea whether it was due to doubt or intuition.

So he didn't hesitate, and directly called for help, slammed the table and called out: "Sword Fairy Mom, are you there?"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the head with something hard, like a scabbard.

At this time, a woman in green had taken a seat opposite him. She looked very strange and emphasized, "If you call me like that again, I won't help you anymore."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong."

"Humph."

Seeing that her expression had eased a little, Fang Xiwen took action, sat down next to her, and pushed the paper over to her, "Sword Fairy, this is really a sinister thing we've encountered. You're so smart, can you help me with some advice?"

"Of course." The woman lifted her sleeves, with a smile in her eyes.

Don’t you always say that Luo Qingni is stupid? Why do you come to ask me when you have something to ask? Are you slapping yourself in the face?

Fang Xiwen on the other side was completely unaware and described the incident vividly, and then expressed his own inference: "I think the boss has a certain connection with the so-called monster.

Before I came here, I wondered if this rumor was some kind of marketing trick, trying to trick people into staying at the hotel so they can make more money.”

"But the bandits are all dead, which proves that monsters really do exist." The sword immortal turned the paper towards himself, glanced at it, and said lightly.

"Yes, so we still assume that monsters exist. After knowing that the owner's wife died of illness, we can assume that his request is to protect the store.

So, maybe he made a deal with the monster and paid a price so that it could protect the store for him and preserve the memories of his wife. "He said as he thought.

"The shop owner is an ordinary person. It's unlikely that he would pay something that would tempt the monster," the sword immortal shook his head gently, "and he can't use the secret method of taming monsters, or magic weapons such as the Monster Suppression Tower and the Heart Binding Lock. This transaction seems reasonable, but it is actually not feasible."