Desolation Everywhere, Bones by the Road, and the Only Inn Still Open in Red Maple Town!
A week later, Jiang Yanran left with Huo Yan'er.
Two weeks later, Qin Yuan, Qin Yue, Ling Yun left.
The day after Ling Yun left, Ling Yi also left the God-Demon Hall in Little Ye Village.
Of course, the God-Demon Hall isn't deserted.
Ling Yi called Number One and the others back to take care of the Spiritual Field of the God-Demon Hall and the animals of all sizes.
About thirty miles north of Little Ye Village lies Red Maple Town.
Three hundred miles north of Red Maple Town lies Dafeng City.
Ling Yi didn't Qingyun Steps; he simply flew over.
Instead, he carried a small bag and prepared to walk all the way to Dafeng City.
As for the task, there's no time limit, so there's no rush.
Moreover, Ling Yi has been staying in Little Ye Village ever since he came to this world.
Ling Yi was still very curious about this world.
Once outside Little Ye Village, all that could be seen was desolation.
Most villages are in a state of near-empty housing.
Skeletons are occasionally found by the roadside.
Fortunately, it's winter now; if it were Xia Tian, the corpses by the roadside would probably have rotted away long ago.
This was the first time Ling Yi had directly faced the Hell scenes of a year of famine.
Even though Ling Yi had seen many corpses in his previous life, he was still deeply moved by this scene.
Not to mention the wilderness, even in Red Maple Town, nine out of ten houses are empty.
There were few pedestrians on the road.
Especially after the Northern Frontier Army, the Imperial Army, and Jianghu practitioners all withdrew.
Red Maple Town is now like a dead city.
Famine ravaged the land, grain merchants drove up grain prices, and people struggled to survive.
Their only option was to leave their hometown, become refugees, and find a way to survive.
Ling Yi wandered around Red Maple Town for a while and finally found an inn that was still open.
There was only one table of guests on the first floor of the inn.
There are six guests at this table, all dressed in short-sleeved Tsing Yi clothes, carrying swords and knives, and looking like Jianghu people.
Behind the inn's counter was a middle-aged man, frowning as he looked at the accounts.
But he was clearly distracted.
From time to time he raised his head to glance at the table of people, but then quickly lowered his head.
Beside the middle-aged man was a little girl who looked to be about seven or eight years old.
Wearing a bright red dress, she sat on a small stool, dozing off every now and then.
Ling Yi's appearance immediately aroused the curiosity of everyone in the inn.
"Boss, I'd like a room." Ling Yi had absolutely no intention of eating here.
Ling Yi had already seen the food in this world.
It was bland and tasteless.
Look at the food on those tables of Jianghu swordsmen.
A pot of meat, cooked until it turned white, looked completely unappetizing.
Even so, those Jianghu practitioners ate with great relish, wishing they could chew and swallow even the bones.
"Kid, my inn is full. You'd better look for another one!" the innkeeper said after glancing at Ling Yi.
Is the inn full?
Of course not.
Everyone in the entire inn is here.
Why would the boss say that?
It was only because the boss was kind and wanted Ling Yi to leave.
The boss can't tell whether these six charlatans are good or bad.
But if these six Jianghu masters were to attack them, they probably wouldn't even be able to react.
These days, risking one's life for a bite to eat is commonplace.
These people from the Jianghu, in particular, are even more Wuji.
If these people eat and drink their fill and then leave, that would be fine.
But if they really make a move, they'll probably all die today.
The innkeeper didn't want Ling Yi to die here in vain.
" Uncle, your inn clearly has empty rooms, so where are they all full?"
"Don't think you can fool me just because I'm young, or because you think I'm broke?"
As Ling Yi spoke, he took out a piece of silver from the cloth bag on his body and threw it on the counter.
Is this enough silver?
Everyone's attention was drawn to that piece of silver.
That was a piece of silver about half the size of a fist.
There are at least thirty or forty taels.
These days, silver coins are usually small pieces; it's rare to find one this big.
If this child can pull out so much silver so easily, there must be even more in his cloth bag.
Those six charlatans stopped chewing their bones.
They all stared at Ling Yi with shining eyes.
The shopkeeper, however, looked at Ling Yi with an expression as if he were an idiot.
Of the six Jianghu swordsmen, one of them had already walked towards Ling Yi, sword in hand.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper already understood what was about to happen.
He picked up the little girl and was about to run to the backyard.
But just then...
A sword flew past and embedded itself in the ground in front of the middle-aged man.
"Old man, it's a bit too late to run now," the swordsman sneered.
The middle-aged man's face was pale.
He could only manage a wry smile and made no move to beg for mercy.
Because he knew very well that it made no sense.
Now that these people have drawn their swords, how could they possibly leave any survivors?
I just hope things will get better soon.
The swordsman had already arrived in front of Ling Yi.
Looking Ling Yi up and down, he said, "Little guy, you don't seem too afraid of us!"
Why should I be afraid of a few dead people?
"Oh ho, not very old, but quite the big talker."
"Little thing, you're not thinking you can kill us, are you?"
Ling Yi grinned and said, "Guess why I took out the money even though I know the principle of not flaunting wealth?"
The swordsman frowned.
A bad feeling welled up inside me.
But he really couldn't see where this five-year-old child got his confidence from.
However, this child is indeed quite special.
His tone of voice, expression, movements, and facial expressions were not like those of a child.
These six men were also seasoned veterans of the Jianghu.
At this moment, the others also came over.
For these people who roam the Jianghu, stealing and robbing, but whose cultivation level isn't particularly high.
One of the secrets to survival is knowing how to assess the situation.
Too many people have capsized in the gutter.
"They were quite vigilant, but unfortunately, it was useless."
As Ling Yi spoke, he calmly extended a finger, pointed it at one of the Jianghu practitioners, and made a gesture as if to pull the trigger of a pistol.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
Then, the Jianghu swordsman had a bloody hole in his forehead, and with a face full of disbelief, he fell straight down.
"This is a tough one, let's all work together!" one of them shouted.
The remaining five men almost simultaneously swung their swords at Ling Yi.
"Bang, bang bang bang!"
A series of muffled thuds startled all five men, and then they collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously.
Everyone had a bloody hole in their forehead.
Ling Yi blew on his fingers.
"Wouldn't you call this entrapment?" Ling Yi asked with a smile.
He then glanced at the equally dumbfounded middle-aged man.
" Red Maple Town is finished, why don't you leave?" Ling Yi asked.
The middle-aged man quickly regained his composure.
That's a good idea, Ling Yi nodded appreciatively.
"If we leave, where can we go?"
The man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "To the south, you need to cross the North Ridge Mountains; to the north, the Northern Frontier is ravaged by war, and human lives are as insignificant as ants!"
Ling Yi waved his hand, and the corpses on the ground turned to ash and disappeared.
Even the bloodstains had disappeared.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
If they followed this young man, perhaps they could still survive.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard Ling Yi say something.
Can you cook?
"I run an inn, so of course I know how to cook."
"Then pack your things and come with me tomorrow morning!"