"Let's go to the City God's Temple and leave Liulichang directly. Let's go back to our homes before the curfew."

Ji Yuan didn't think about hiding for a night, let alone late at night, whether more evil spirits would appear.

Just violating the curfew is a serious crime. If you are caught, you will be detained and put in jail, or you will be punished on the spot.

Although the outer city is said to be more relaxed, I'm afraid it would be unbearable to sleep in the City God's Temple for just one night.

"Thanks to Brother Ji, I survived this time. If you can be useful in the future, feel free to do it!"

Luo Yuzhen clasped his fists in thanks, then changed the subject:

"As for the martial arts competition about stepping on Yang Xiu, Brother Ji, please think about it again. I can add some money, thirty-five thousand taels. It can't be more. The landlord's family doesn't have any food left..."

Ji Yuan was too lazy to answer and just pretended not to hear.

The two of them left Liulichang without any obstruction, and no strange things happened along the way.

After parting ways with Luo Yuzhen, Ji Yuan went to Tai'anfang alone.

Red lanterns are hung high, and pedestrians and vendors are walking around.

Compared to the thick fog and bone-chilling fog just now, this feels like the real world.

"My lord, please have a bowl of wontons! They are so fragrant and delicious!"

Suddenly, an old man with gray hair and a coarse linen robe shouted enthusiastically.

Ji Yuan was originally on his way, but for some reason he stopped and turned around to glance.

It was a temporary stall with a charcoal stove, an iron pot, and a few tables and chairs.

"Are there any vegetarian ones?"

Ji Yuan's eyelids twitched and he came to the empty seat of the stall.

As soon as I sat down, wisps of heat and fragrance penetrated straight into my nose.

"Your Majesty, are you joking? Aren't wontons filled with meat?

I’ll give you the next bowl, and I’ll make sure you feel full and comfortable!”

The old man had a strong local accent, and his rough face showed the weather and weather of the years.

"Then have a bowl. If you drink a little more, if it's not enough, I'll destroy your stall."

Ji Yuan's eyelids drooped and his tone was ferocious.

"Okay, okay."

The old man opened the lid of the pot and let the boiling water bubble out and release the steam.

I saw him expertly sink a dozen wontons and fish them out in a short time.

Pour in bright soup, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and quickly bring it to Ji Yuan.

"Sir, your wontons!"

Ji Yuan picked up the chopsticks, picked through the dough, and poked at the meat filling inside, his voice cold:

"Your meat...isn't fresh!"

The old man bent over and said with a smile:

"My lord, don't bother me. This is fine meat! Chop it into fine pieces! It tastes great!"

Ji Yuan picked one up, loosened his chopsticks, and the alluring aroma of wontons fell to the ground.

He raised his leg and stepped on the ground, crushed it hard, and said:

"It's not cooked yet, how can I eat it?"

The old man raised his lowered head, his pale face showed a look of death, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Sir, why are you wasting these good wontons... I can't make many by myself, they are all carefully selected good meat!"

At the same time, the noisy streets suddenly became silent.

The hawkers and pedestrians returning home all looked at Ji Yuan.

The latter glanced expressionlessly, and the bright soup in the bowl turned dark red, as thick as blood.

The wontons had their skin ripped open, and the meat stuffing inside was actually a piece of finger.
Chapter completed!