The so-called largest inn was merely much bigger than the other houses. As soon as Yue Qianchou jumped off his horse, Boli and the others arrived. Yue Qianchou pointed inside. "We'll rest here."
Crocodile Immortal Lord took the lead in dismounting, and the others followed. Under the pointing fingers and stares of the people on the street, Bodo and the other three warily gripped the blades at their waists.
Yue Qianchou glanced at the weapon hanging from his own waist as decoration and said dismissively, "What is it? Are you afraid resting here will be dangerous?"
Bodo lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "This shop belongs to the Xizi Tribe. We Cannibal Tribe people can't afford to rest here." What he meant was that the Xizi Tribe would fleece them on the price.
Yue Qianchou raised a brow and held out his hand. "Didn't you bring money? Give me the purse."
Bodo was taken aback, but out of reverence for this warrior who had slain the lake monster, he untied a small cloth pouch from his belt and handed it over. Just as Yue Qianchou was about to take it, someone shouted, "How dare you ride through town and frighten our tribesmen!" Seven or eight people strode over.
Yue Qianchou was about to ask what they wanted when the leader of the approaching group suddenly snatched the money pouch from Bodo's hand. He weighed it in his palm and looked at Yue Qianchou with contempt. "This bag of money belongs to us now. Consider it compensation for frightening our tribesmen—"
Before he could finish, cold light flashed, trailing a streak of blood. Before anyone could see what had happened, they discovered that the hand holding the money pouch was gone. Only a bare arm remained.
Blood