Why Doesn't This Person's Face-Changing Cost Beans?

"Old Ghost~ let go, I can't breathe!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face had turned a deep, bruised purple from lack of oxygen, and he frantically slapped at Ghost Douluo's arm.

Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo on the verge of rolling his eyes back, Ghost Douluo finally snapped out of it and hurriedly released his grip.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo slumped onto his seat, clutching his throat and coughing violently.

As he gasped for air, he pointed a trembling, orchid-fingered hand at Ghost Douluo, too furious to speak coherently.

"You... you old ghost! Are you trying to murder me?"

"If a Spirit Hall elder dies from internal strife, the scandal will spread across the entire continent by tomorrow!"

However, Ghost Douluo had no intention of acknowledging his accusations at this moment.

Those eyes, usually hidden beneath a shroud of black mist, were now locked onto Lin Feng behind the counter, burning with an unprecedented, fanatical fire.

"Yue Guan! Enough with the nonsense!"

Ghost Douluo's voice was hoarse and urgent as he yanked the still-coughing Chrysanthemum Douluo to his feet.

"Quick! It's our turn! Let's go order!"

Watching his old partner lose his composure so completely, as if possessed, the lingering resentment in Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart suddenly evaporated.

In its place rose a sense of superiority, the feeling of someone who had already seen it all.

He coughed twice and began to meticulously straighten his collar, which had been crumpled by Ghost Douluo's grip, every movement radiating a deliberate elegance.

He smoothed his hair, then reached out a finger to poke Ghost Douluo's shoulder.

"Old Ghost, stay calm~"

Mimicking Lin Feng's nonchalant demeanor, Chrysanthemum Douluo curled the corners of his lips, his eyes carrying a look that said, You're still too young.

"Look at how unrefined you're acting; you're losing face for all the elders of Spirit Hall."

Ghost Douluo: "..."

On the other side, the three members of the Golden Generation nearly burst out laughing at the sight.

Yan's shoulders shook like a sieve; he clamped his hands over his mouth, his face turning red from holding it in.

Xie Yue also lowered his head, pretending to continue admiring his own martial soul, but his twitching mouth betrayed him.

Hu Liena had the best self-control of the three, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes, her hand subconsciously brushing against the brand-new gold cards inside her storage soul tool.

Hold it in! You must hold it in!

This was three hundred thousand gold soul coins in hush money!

Take someone's money, solve their problems.

Even if the sky fell today, in their eyes, Elder Chrysanthemum was still that graceful, majestic Title Douluo!

He was absolutely not the same bumbling fool who had knelt on the ground yesterday, crying until snot bubbles formed and his eyes rolled back from overeating!

After "teaching" his old partner a lesson, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned around, satisfied, and faced Lin Feng behind the counter once more.

One second, he was still holding onto his Title Douluo airs, acting like a seasoned veteran who thought, You're still too green.

The next second, his bewitching face was instantly plastered with a fawning smile, and his waist bent instinctively, looking exactly like a shop assistant greeting a god of wealth.

The speed of this transformation left Ghost Douluo speechless.

"Senior!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo rubbed his hands together, his face blooming like a chrysanthemum in full flower.

"Those three little ones have finished their draws, so... may we place our order?"

His voice was soft and gentle, for fear of disturbing this master.

Watching Chrysanthemum Douluo's masterclass in rapid face-changing, even the corner of Lin Feng's eye couldn't help but twitch.

How is this guy so good at switching faces?

Although Lin Feng wanted to complain internally, he simply nodded calmly, giving his consent.

Upon receiving Lin Feng's approval, Chrysanthemum Douluo's face blossomed with joy.

He then grabbed the still-dazed Ghost Douluo and pressed him into his seat.

Following that, with an almost pious demeanor, he held the menu on the table with both hands.

His movements were so careful that it didn't look like he was holding a menu, but rather some peerless treasure.

Ghost Douluo was taken aback by his behavior, but he immediately sat up straight and cast his gaze toward the menu.

It was still the Level 9 Menu (Intermediate).

Every dish name sounded imposing, and the prices listed behind them were enough to make any soul master shrink back in hesitation.

However, Ghost Douluo only felt a moment of initial shock before returning to his calm state.

Is it expensive?

It wasn't expensive at all!

Compared to Hu Liena being able to absorb an eight-thousand-year fourth spirit ring just now, and the visible enhancement of Xie Yue's martial soul, what was this little bit of money?

This was practically dirt cheap!

"Yue Guan, here at this senior's place... does spending more lead to better lucky draws?" Ghost Douluo lowered his voice, his tone filled with irrepressible excitement.

"That goes without saying!" Chrysanthemum Douluo looked as if it were only natural. "This senior's place is honest and fair; you get exactly what you pay for!"

Hearing this, Ghost Douluo felt that every single dish was radiating a fatal temptation.

The more he looked, the more excited and eager he became.

In the end, an uncontrollable impulse surged in his heart, and Ghost Douluo blurted out, as if possessed.

"With so many good things, I really want to try a serving of everything!"

The moment the words left his lips.

The air in the entire restaurant instantly froze.

"Swish!"

Several gazes locked onto Ghost Douluo in unison.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan all shivered simultaneously, their eyes filled with pity and sympathy as they looked at Ghost Douluo, as if watching a condemned prisoner about to step onto the execution ground.

In their minds, the miserable scene from yesterday of Chrysanthemum Douluo being stuffed until his eyes rolled back, only to have his immortal herb reward confiscated, surfaced in unison.

And Chrysanthemum Douluo, almost subconsciously, glanced toward Lin Feng, who was on the rocking chair behind the counter.

That single glance nearly scared the soul out of Chrysanthemum Douluo.

He saw that Lin Feng's eyes, which had been lazily half-closed, were now slowly opening, casting a look of keen interest at Ghost Douluo.

There was no murderous intent in that gaze, no pressure, and not even a ripple of emotion.

All there was, was a pure sense of curiosity and playfulness, and the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

It's over!

Why did this old ghost have to be so thick-headed, insisting on rushing to his own doom?

The scene of him courting death yesterday, ending up half-stuffed to death and losing his immortal herb, was still fresh in his memory.

Was he really going to watch his old partner follow in his footsteps today?

No!

Absolutely not!

In a flash of lightning, without a second thought, he backhanded a heavy slap, landing it solidly on the back of Ghost Douluo's head.

Smack!

The crisp, loud sound seemed exceptionally abrupt in the silent restaurant.

Ghost Douluo, a high-ranking elder of Spirit Hall and a level ninety-five Title Douluo, was now clutching the back of his head, completely stunned.

He slowly turned his head, his eyes hidden beneath the black mist filled with three words: Who am I? Where am I? Who hit me?

When he saw Chrysanthemum Douluo's face, twisted with nervousness, a surge of fury shot straight from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head!

He had never suffered such a grievance in his life! Especially being slapped by his partner of so many years, right in front of three juniors!

"Yue Guan! Have you lost your mind?!"

Ghost Douluo almost instinctively went to slam the table, but before his palm could touch the surface.

Chrysanthemum Douluo grabbed his wrist with a look of terror, then twisted his body sharply, executing a clean grappling hold. Ghost Douluo's pitch-black face was thus brought into intimate contact with the cold tabletop...