C5 Another Self

Leng Wuhen casually found a seat on the third floor and sat down to observe his surroundings. Obviously, there was a huge difference between the first level and the second level. If the first level gave off a feeling of grandeur, then the third level gave people a feeling of elegance.

The tables were clearly fewer in number than the tables on the first floor. The material and color were also slightly different. That's right, the third floor was dark and quiet, without a single layer of noise and noise.

"Yo, how does little brother feel. Are you satisfied with your first time on the third floor?" Lee'er giggled.

Leng Wuhen raised his head and looked at the counter not far away. Behind the counter, there were a few big lines of words: "Drunken Drunken Drunk, Drunken Drunk, Drunken Drunk, Drunken Drunk."

Leng Wuhen didn't understand, but he didn't ask about it. He was just curious. He could faintly feel waves of bone-piercing coldness from every word. The girl called Lee'er saw the doubt in the young man's eyes but didn't say anything.

Lee'er suddenly continued with a charming smile, "Is there anything else brother needs? "If there's nothing else, sister will be leaving first. I still have to invite other guests. Someone will bring the wine over later, but we have to pay first."

Before Leng Wuhen could say anything, Lee'er continued, "This is our rule. Every floor has a fixed price and every floor has a different price."

Take the first floor for example. Everyone has five thousand purple coins, the second floor has ten thousand, and the third floor has fifteen thousand, so on and so on. But since this is your first time here, you have to pay five thousand, which is twenty thousand.

Leng Wuhen laughed. Behind the few smiles, there were waves of coldness. "No problem." Leng Wuhen said in a deep voice, "But there are a lot of enemies in my family. If you really come, I'm afraid you won't be able to protect them." However, these 5000 gold coins are for you... "

The woman did not reply, but extended her hand, taking the money instead, her eyebrows slightly raised. It was very obvious, after all, all sorts of people have seen each other, and every person has their own excuses and problems, so the woman did not care about what Wu Hen said.

Leng Wuhen casually took out twenty thousand purple coins and handed it to the girl. The girl took it and left. She thought to herself that this must be the young masters of the other families that didn't care about such a large sum of money.

One had to know that a normal purple coin could support a commoner for a month. One could imagine what twenty thousand gold coins was and what a prodigal son it was. However, it had nothing to do with me.

At this moment, Leng Wuhen put away the sickle-like weapon on his back on the table and sat down. Looking at the other customer at the table not far away, he looked extremely familiar.

Even after all these years, nothing had changed. Leng Wuhen sighed in his heart as he vaguely remembered how Leng Wuhen always looked when he was young, when he was learning soul skills with the fat middle-aged man.

"Fat master, what are we going to learn today?" Leng Wuhen asked with his young voice. The fat master didn't answer, but the little girl said, "You don't need to learn anything today. You just need to sit here and close your eyes. I used to practice like that."

Pfft, before the little girl could finish, she was interrupted by the man called Fat Master by Leng Wuhen, "You, you, this is only useful to you. Wu Hen has not formed his soul, meditating is of no use to him, and don't you know that that is not the case? Alright, little princess, go ask someone to make some delicious food for you."

"Humph!" I don't blame you for being so fat, but the moment you finished eating, you started groaning. Uncle Shen is a bad guy, so I'm not going anywhere. Looking at the little girl's arrogant appearance, it made people feel that she was really adorable.

"Hmm?" The fat man pretended to be very dignified as he said: "I have something to tell you, brother Hen, this is a conversation between men, you little girl are not suitable to listen to it, I'm going to teach your brother, a mouth stronger than soul skill, later I'll be tired, your brother will faint from hunger, his body has a good situation, don't say that I didn't remind you."

"Heh heh!" "You're funny." Then, the little girl turned around and shouted at Leng Wuhen, "Brother Hen, wait here for a while. If this fat uncle bullies you, just yell that I will run over after hearing this and take care of him.

As the little girl said this, she raised her little fist. Leng Wuhen nodded and responded, agreeing. The little girl ran out and shouted, "Don't forget to scream."

He saw Leng Wuhen and the fat man act the same way, smiling as they watched the girl leave.

At this moment, the fat man regained his senses, and his expression became much more solemn. "Wu Hen, you know this as well. It's not that I don't want to teach you, but you know the condition of your body.

"And most importantly, you can't even do that with your soul devourer. I also know that you've worked hard, and I also know how hard you've worked. I heard from that girl that you've only rested for a short while every day before starting to train again."

"But what's the use of that? It will only increase the burden on your body. Don't think that what I just said wasn't good enough, but it's the truth."

Leng Wuhen's eyes reddened a little, but he nodded his head with all his might as a response. My child, your life is miserable, counting you and I, we have already spent quite a bit of time together. As a master, I can't help you too much, but don't be too discouraged.

"Alright, go find that girl. She will do anything when she gets anxious. I can't afford to offend someone who isn't afraid of the heavens or the earth."

"Alright, I'll be leaving first. I'll come back to see you in a while." Leng Wuhen replied softly.

"Kid, it's best if you don't come. Don't be annoyed if you don't see it." The fat man said impatiently.

In fact, Leng Wuhen knew in his heart that the fat master's words sounded bad, but it didn't matter if it was because of the princess or something else, he was the only one sincerely helping him and teaching him some skills.

"Little brother, little brother." Leng Wuhen recovered from his trance and saw an old man standing beside him, calling out to him.

"Your wine is all here, but since you're not moving at all, I'm afraid that you're not satisfied with the wine, so I came over to disturb you. Please forgive me." The old man bowed and said.

"I'm not thinking about anything else. The wine is good." Leng Wuhen replied simply.

The old man hurriedly replied, "That's good, that's good. Then please enjoy your meal. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Leng Wuhen nodded in response. Leng Wuhen picked up the wine cup and filled it with a full cup. He finished it in one gulp. The wine was very sweet and the faint aroma of the wine filled the air.

It seemed that this wine was infused with some plant spirits. No wonder so many people came to drink it. It seemed that each layer contained a different soul. As he thought about this, his eyes continued to glance at the table in front of him from time to time.

Maybe you all feel that I don't exist anymore, this world, maybe once that fat master had already forgotten himself, ah! I'm no longer the kid I used to be.

That cowardly youth who relied on girls to protect him had already died once. Could it be that his feelings were very light? Leng Wuhen asked himself, but the answer that came with it was so harsh.

"It's been so many years since I've been able to seal my heart. It seems like I'm a useless person …" The words that echoed in his head were sharp and ear-piercing.

Leng Wuhen chuckled, "You're just my martial spirit. Don't think about binding me. I know what to do."

"Haha, it's funny. I just feel that you're weak and powerless in your heart. I really can't believe that I'm your own soul. How laughable!"

That's right, perhaps he himself was a freak with all the souls in this world that he had encountered through hunting and killing. However, the process of taming a soul was extremely difficult, but one's soul rarely became a soul.

It was impossible for it to exist in a known range, but it did happen to him and he had no control over it. As long as he wanted to, he could become the body's main body and not a normal person who used a soul skill to complete the ceremony.

However, there were also many mutated souls, limbs and so on. Later on, Leng Wuhen's soul would be a different person, and that was one of his many secrets.

As for his trump card, Leng Wuhen had more than Leng Wuhen, so Leng Wuhen called his martial spirit his spirit, a truly cold-blooded and bloodthirsty self.