Chapter 4191

This was the true situation of the Spirit Race in the Devil Realm. Zi Chen sat there quietly, drinking wine, watching, and listening.

After the four of them left, Zi Chen continued to hear more and more news. Only now did he understand why the city had been placed under martial law.

Apparently, last night, there had been an attack. Apparently, a Spirit Race individual had attacked the Demonic Snake Guards. A few of them had been injured, and one had died.

To the Demonic Snake Guards, this was a great humiliation. Thus, they were on high alert.

"Someone who dares to attack the Demonic Snake Guards must at least be at the Demonic Spirit Realm. If I had that kind of power, why would I be a Spirit?

I'd just go buy some pure demonic energy and become a Demon. "

"A Demonic Spirit Realm Demon?" one of the patrons said, a look of yearning on his face.

"Even if your bloodline isn't pure, you'd still be a guest of honor to countless powers.

At the very least, you'd be able to be like those guys, drinking wherever you go. Who would dare to charge you? "

The previous group of Demonic Spirits had, by chance, acquired a portion of demonic energy that caused their bloodlines to change. That was how they had reached their current status.

"Another jug of wine," Zi Chen called out softly.

"Coming."

There were eight tables in the store. The owner was a middle-aged man, and the shopkeeper was a single person.

A jug of wine was placed in front of Zi Chen. Zi Chen raised his head to look at the shopkeeper, then said a word of thanks.

The shopkeeper laughed. "It's hard to find a young man as polite as you these days."

Zi Chen smiled back. "Business isn't so good, is it?"

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "It's not easy to do. Those who left before were not the only ones."

The man pointed at his surroundings, and a smug look suddenly appeared on his face. "My shop used to have three clerks at its peak."

Zi Chen pointed to an empty seat. "Want a drink?"

"How could I?"

Although he said this, the shopkeeper had already sat down. His eyes were shining as he stared at the wine.

He casually grabbed a small bowl from next door, then chuckled.

Zi Chen picked up the jug of wine and prepared to pour it.

"No need, no need. How could I trouble a guest with such a small matter?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly took the wine jug and poured half a bowl for himself. Then, he picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"Good wine, really good wine."

If he didn't praise his own wine, should he wait for others to praise him?

Zi Chen continued to take small sips. To be honest, the taste of the wine was not that great, but because he was in a different world, he could still drink it.

"Young man, have you just arrived at the Demon City?" The innkeeper put down the bowl and asked.

Zi Chen nodded. "I heard that the Demon Snake Guard was here. Something big seems to be happening, so I came to join in the fun."

"It's not that easy to join in the fun here. If you make a mistake, someone might die."

The innkeeper lowered his voice and said, "Plus, this time, the matter is pretty big. I heard that even the higher-ups of the Devil Snake Guard are here. If they can find that person, it'll be easy, but if they can't, they'll probably find a scapegoat."

Based on past experience, most of them are new arrivals. "

Zi Chen smiled faintly and said, "My cultivation level is low. Even if I'm a scapegoat, I don't have the qualifications."

"You're quite open-minded."

The innkeeper poured himself another bowl of wine. This was already his third bowl. He had no intention of being courteous to Zi Chen, nor did he have any intention of stopping while he was ahead.

After Zi Chen ordered two more pots of wine, the innkeeper's mood became even better. He directly told the new customers that they would not be doing business today.

Zi Chen asked doubtfully, "If we don't do business, where will the profits come from?"

"As the saying goes, a thousand cups are not enough to drink with a bosom friend. When you're with someone you hit it off with, what does business count for?"

The innkeeper said righteously.

Actually, his real thought was that even if he continued to do business, he wouldn't be able to make much money today. If a few more people like the ones from before came, he would definitely lose money today.

Now that there was good wine and good food here, even if he only drank half of it, he would still make a profit.

This kind of wine was not easy to sell, because the price was not cheap.

"Do those people come here often?" Zi Chen asked. Naturally, he was talking about the four people from before.

"I go to all the shops on the street. If I run into a Demon shop, I'll take a detour. I don't pay for the Spirit shops.

Occasionally, when I get bored, I'll go to the next street for a change. "The innkeeper drank another bowl of wine in a sorrowful manner.

"And no one cares?" Zi Chen was still sipping his tea.

"The Spirit Race people live like dogs here. Who cares?"

The innkeeper sighed again. He poured himself another cup of wine. "What if all the Spirit Race people here wanted to obtain a strand of pure Demon energy and become a Demon?"

He pursed his lips. "Unfortunately, many people spend their entire lives accumulating wealth, and still can't get a strand of Demon energy.

Most people are bullied for their entire lives, until they die. "

The innkeeper sighed emotionally. Actually, he was just sighing. He had seen far too many things like this, and his heart had long since calmed down.

Since the customers wanted to hear, and he had good wine to accompany him, he naturally could tell them as much as he could. Using a few miserable stories to accompany the wine was actually quite good. At the very least, it was quite tasty.

During this time, the innkeeper went to pay the bill twice. Before leaving, he would finish the wine in his bowl, leaving not a single drop behind.

In the end, only Zi Chen and his table were left. They had already drunk six jugs of wine. The innkeeper's alcohol tolerance was surprisingly high, and he drank four jugs by himself.

Seeing that the innkeeper still hadn't had his fill, Zi Chen said, "Two more jugs."

The innkeeper was overjoyed. He had made a killing today.

He hurriedly brought over two jugs of good wine. After opening them, he poured a small bowl for Zi Chen.

Most of the time, Zi Chen listened. The innkeeper talked about the tragic events of the Spirit Race, and then sighed emotionally. Zi Chen didn't say anything, and just listened silently.

After the innkeeper drank more than half of the last two jugs of wine, the jugs finally reached the bottom. Zi Chen asked, "Did the Demons really never pay the bill?"

The innkeeper snorted. "It's true that they didn't pay the bill, but what kind of Demon are they? At most, they're fake Demons.

Sometimes, compared to the real Demons, they're even more despicable! "

Zi Chen stood. "Since that's the case, I'll pay them all together."

"Really?"

The innkeeper's eyes lit up. He had thought that drinking wine for free was already a great thing. He had never imagined that there would be an even better thing waiting for him.

He slapped his cheeks, as if in disbelief, and stared at Zi Chen.

Zi Chen nodded, indicating that it was true. The innkeeper hurriedly expressed his thanks.

"Do you think this is enough?"

Zi Chen took out an item and placed it on the table.

When he saw the item, the innkeeper's expression changed.

It was a stream of energy, black energy. It was extremely pure, and it pulsed with the aura of demonic power.

This was the pure demonic power that the customers had spoken of earlier. It was a power that many people would find difficult to obtain in their entire lives.

But now, Zi Chen had taken out one.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Asked the innkeeper. He, who had been somewhat drunk, seemed to have sobered up. "You're using such a valuable item to pay for the wine?"

"The restrictions here aren't very tight. They shouldn't be able to last much longer."