Nightmare Cultivator

Li Banfeng changed dance partners six times in a row.

Zhou Yujuan, the owner of the Xianle Dance Hall, stood on the second-floor corridor, wearing a dark purple cheongsam and holding a round fan.

With her left hand fanning herself and her right hand supporting herself on the railing of the corridor, Zhou Yujuan stared at Li Banfeng for a moment, looking at the dance floor in the lobby on the first floor, and then frowned slightly.

This guest doesn't know the proper etiquette.

In this kind of dance hall, dancing is never the point; the point is choosing a dance partner.

After dancing two or three dances in the lobby and finding a suitable dance partner, it's time to go upstairs or out the door to find a suitable place and do the right thing.

Li Banfeng only dances and doesn't select contestants, which is inappropriate.

Zhou Yujuan called over a woman and whispered, "Tell that man it'll cost eighty yuan for one dance, and have him pay the bill first."

Charging eighty yuan for a song that's less than three minutes long is a way of telling Li Banfeng to get lost and stop trying to take advantage of him.

The woman returned shortly after, carrying a thousand yuan in cash. "Sister, that customer said he danced very well here and wants to continue dancing."

Zhou Yujuan frowned even more deeply.

Xianle Dance Hall is considered a top-notch place in Medicine King Gully, but the price isn't that high. A thousand yuan is enough for Li Banfeng to take two dance partners upstairs to sleep for one night. What's the point of him dancing here all the time?

Years of experience told her that this person was there to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan then instructed, "Have Old Gu change the music to 'When Will You Return?'"

Old Gu was the operator of the hand-cranked record player.

Upon hearing the boss's instructions, Old Gu understood and immediately changed the record.

"Beautiful flowers don't bloom forever, beautiful scenery doesn't last forever; sorrow piles up on my brow, yet smiles fade; tears well up in my eyes, a symbol of longing."

"When Will You Return?" is a song played every night at the Xianle Dance Hall. This song is special; it's like the closing song. When you hear "When Will You Return?", guests must quickly choose a dance partner, because the dance hall will close when the song ends.

All the gentlemen present had chosen their dance partners. Li Banfeng's partner held Li Banfeng's hands tightly, touched his conscience, and asked affectionately, "Sir, shall we go upstairs?"

Li Banfeng said with a serious expression, "What are you going upstairs for? Isn't dancing here perfectly fine?"

The girl looked at Li Banfeng anxiously. "Sir, we'll be closing after this dance."

"Why should it close down? I just paid!" Li Banfeng, very dissatisfied.

The dancer whispered, "If you take me upstairs, you won't need to pay extra."

"Who said he doesn't have to pay!" Boss Zhou Yujuan slowly walked down the stairs. The girl's voice was so soft, yet she still heard it.

What keen ears!

This should be a voyeuristic practice.

The music stopped abruptly, and Zhou Yujuan approached Li Banfeng with a smile, saying, "Sir, we're closed now. Please come again tomorrow."

Li Banfeng asked, "I just gave you a thousand yuan, and you're closing down now? Is that appropriate?"

Zhou Yujuan feigned surprise. "Sir, shouldn't you pay us for dancing with our girls in your arms?"

Li Banfeng looked at Zhou Yujuan: "I'm only being paid for dancing, eighty yuan per dance. I danced seven dances, and I've only spent half of the thousand yuan. Are you already trying to kick me out?"

The surrounding guests gradually moved away from the center of the dance floor.

They knew that dancing at the Xianle Dance Hall was free; what they had to pay for was the powder and drinks.

They also knew that if the boss came to ask for money for dancing, it meant someone was going to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan raised the corners of her mouth and looked at Li Banfeng: "Sir, eighty yuan is the fee for dancing, but for each song, I will charge you an extra hundred yuan as a bonus."

"What kind of kickbacks?"

"You've got the profits in your hands."

Li Banfeng's hand was gripping the girl's conscience.

It wasn't that he wanted to hold it; it was the girl who had been holding his hand earlier.

This young woman was no longer the generous and enthusiastic person she had been before. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, she pulled her hand away from Li Banfeng's and snapped, "Sir, what are you doing?"

She seemed to have been insulted by Li Banfeng.

The young woman volunteered to dance the last song with Li Banfeng, seemingly having come prepared.

Li Banfeng did not argue, and nodded, saying, "I'll give you the hundred yuan for the oil."

Zhou Yujuan raised an eyebrow, shook her head and laughed, "One hundred won't do. Our seven girls danced with you for seven dances. Which one of them didn't give you a taste of the good stuff? One hundred per girl, plus this seven hundred yuan, your one thousand yuan isn't enough."

Li Banfeng was deeply surprised. "Seven girls, and I ate all the oily food?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded seriously. "She's a young lady, it's already a loss for her if you touch her hand."

Li Banfeng thought this made no sense, "Is there any dancing where you don't touch hands? Do all the customers here pay?"

Zhou Yujuan looked at Li Banfeng with pity in her large, bright eyes. "Other customers don't have to pay because the girls are willing."

"If the girl wants, you can touch whatever you want, but you can't. She finds you disgusting. If she doesn't want to, you'll have to pay even if you just touch her fingernail!"

Li Banfeng was about to continue reasoning with Zhou Yujuan when he suddenly sensed danger approaching.

He looked up at the second-floor corridor.

Behind the fence stood a middle-aged man.

The man was about 1.6 meters tall, Bald Head, with a full beard, wearing a gray cotton shirt with a front opening, and holding a pair of walnuts in his hand, which he kept rubbing together.

At this moment, he was staring at Li Banfeng.

Many of the guests present recognized the man. Some of them took their dance partners out for the night, while others left money for drinks and then left.

This lean man has such a powerful presence.

Although Li Banfeng had never met him before, he recognized him.

Because in Li Banfeng's eyes, there was more than one man standing in the corridor on the second floor; there were more than a dozen people standing behind him.

There are fifteen, Li Banfeng counted them.

These fifteen people were men and women, dressed in various ways, but they all had one thing in common: they all carried green flames.

This is the Ghost Servant of the Nightmare Cultivator. This lean man is Du Hongxi, the patrolman of the second branch of the Jiang Xiang Gang Medicine King Hall.

Du Hongxi arrived, and all the other guests left. Zhou Yujuan's smile was no longer so gentle, "I don't want to argue with you over a few coins, sir. Please leave another thousand yuan and go home."

"Another thousand dollars?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded. "Do you think I've asked for too much?"

"Why do you want an extra thousand? What's the reasoning behind that?" Li Banfeng wanted to hear what other explanation the boss had for this.

Zhou Yujuan laughed and said, "You want to reason with me? Do you deserve it? Take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. What are you anyway?"

"While I'm in a good mood now, hurry up and pay up and get out of here. Next time, be more careful and don't wander into places you shouldn't be."

Li Banfeng glanced at Du Hongxi again. Behind him, two Ghost Servant passed through the fence and slowly descended from the second floor.

Li Banfeng shrugged, opened his wallet, took out a thousand yuan in cash, and gave it to Zhou Yujuan.

Zhou Yujuan took the money and said tenderly, "Get out of here!"

Li Banfeng turned and left, Du Hongxi ordered his Ghost Servant to follow.

Li Banfeng strode out of the hall, and the two men walked straight through the wall and chased him into the corridor, but they did not see Li Banfeng. They only saw the open door at the end of the corridor.

He's gone?

Why are you walking so fast?

After searching for a while, they couldn't find Li Banfeng. The two Ghost Servant sniffed the air and found no signs of life nearby.

It seems that Li Banfeng is really gone.

The two Ghost Servant returned to Du Hongxi's side, and Zhou Yujuan also returned to the corridor on the second floor.

Du Hongxi put his arm around Zhou Yujuan's waist and kissed her on the cheek. "If you encounter this kind of thug in the future, don't waste your breath on him. Just tell me, and I'll take care of him."

Zhou Yujuan said coquettishly, "Sir, it's just a small matter, how could I trouble you?"

Du Hongxi laughed and said, "My darling, I'd be willing to work myself to death for you."

Zhou Yujuan pouted and said, "Master, you said it yourself, you're not allowed to complain about being tired tonight."

The two entered the bedroom on the third floor, where fifteen Ghost Servant were divided into three teams, guarding every corner of the third floor.

With these Ghost Servant protecting him, even if a third-level martial artist rushed up to the third floor, he wouldn't be able to harm Du Hongxi in the slightest.

They would protect Du Hongxi's safety at all times without requiring Du Hongxi to exert any extra control. When it was time to fight, they would be fearless, and when it was not time to fight, they would never slacken their efforts.

They are not afraid of coercion, nor do they care about bribes; as long as they are not utterly terrified, they will never abandon their posts.

But tonight is an exception.

At three o'clock in the morning, a song suddenly came from the record player in the lobby on the first floor:

"I Have a Love".

Who is this for?

My confidante has left the house.

He left, and we haven't heard from him since.

The Ghost Servant all poked their heads out and looked down at the first floor.

This was the most beautiful piece of music they had ever heard.

They listened very hard, but the record player was a little quiet.

The two Ghost Servant couldn't resist any longer, so they crossed the fence, left the third floor, and flew to the phonograph.

The other Ghost Servant struggled for a moment before following suit.

They all gathered around the record player, listening quietly to the songs.

Li Banfeng slowly cranked the record player, counting the number of Ghost Servant.

Fifteen of them have arrived.

P. S.: Actually, I think the taste of a hand-cranked record player is quite good.