This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling, wearing the old shoes given to her by her "eldest grandson" as a gift, walked into the Xiyan Restaurant with footsteps.

Before she could see what was inside, the waiter grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear: "After you go in, don't talk to anyone, don't stay, leave quickly."

An Ling looked at the waiter in surprise, but the waiter had adjusted his expression. He still looked disgusted with An Ling. He turned his nose up and shouted, "What are you looking at! Get in now!"

But An Ling clearly saw that his eyes were full of worry.

An Ling's mind raced, and she probably understood the danger here. She smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Thank you, young man, but I am an old man with weak legs and feet. It is stormy outside now, so I am afraid I will have to stay a little longer."

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to the waiter who was glaring at her so frantically that his eyes were about to cramp, and slowly walked into the lobby where dozens of tables were placed. Each table was separated by a screen, and people's shadows were dimly reflected on the screens, making it difficult to see clearly.

An Ling looked around, calmly found a seat in the corner and sat down, waving to the waiter, "Hey, young man, can you give me some hot water and food? I have money."

There was no telling how many floors the wedding banquet restaurant had. An Ling looked up and all she could see was the dazzling candlelight. The colored glaze and agate decorations on the ceiling were dazzled by the lights and she couldn't see the scene clearly.

The first floor was decorated in an overall magnificent manner, with the screen wall and railings decorated with gold and jade. It was clearly the middle of the night but the lights were still on and the place was bustling with people. Everywhere was heated by floor heating, making it warm, as if one was in spring, forgetting the ups and downs outside. Several waiters were walking quickly among the guests who were talking, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Haha, this old guy is really interesting. Why does he need money to come here?" The man who was drinking unknown amber wine from a jar laughed.

The sloppy man who was drinking with him looked at An Ling and frowned, but said nothing. He just kept pouring wine into his stomach.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you can't say that," the brocade-dressed man An Ling had met before, who was sitting on the other side, holding the beauty in his left hand and leisurely holding a wine glass in his right hand, replied, "As the saying goes, everything has its value. Maybe this... this gentleman has wealth that we can't even imagine."

The man and the other guests burst into laughter upon hearing this. Their laughter was full of sarcasm and mockery, as if An Ling was just a clown played for entertainment.

An Ling said nothing and observed the restaurant secretly.

The restaurant was filled with the smell of perfume and powder, which made her want to vomit, but why was there such a luxurious restaurant in such a remote place?

"Two, four, six... There are twelve people here in total, seven of whom are martial artists. The sloppy man with the big sword should be the best among them." An Ling thought to himself.

Seeing that An Ling had no reaction, neither angry nor flattering, the troublemaker named Chen got angry. He cursed, threw the jar to the ground, and yelled, "Hey, old beggar! Why don't you say anything? Do you look down on me, Chen Fu?"

An Ling was speechless. How could it be wrong for me not to speak?

She stood up shakily, smiled, and bowed to Chen Fu in a comical manner, saying, "I, an old beggar, dare not offend you all. I just hope to take shelter in your store. If you could give me some money, that would be even better." She keenly heard the importance of "money" in this strange restaurant and deliberately brought up this topic.

Sure enough, the stupid Chen Fu took the bait quickly. He sneered, "Money? Who would bring such vulgar things here? You look skinny at your age. You should go to the kitchen and make some pork rib soup! Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed and praised Chen Fu as a wonderful person.

An Ling smiled indifferently and continued to sit down. She looked at the waiter who was carrying a pot of hot wine and a few pounds of beef. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Little brother, what about you?"

The waiter put the food on her table and whispered, "If you want to stay alive, don't eat anything here." After the warning, he left quickly and An Ling never saw him again.

The hall was completely silent. An Ling looked up curiously and found that everyone was staring at her, their eyes full of amusement and teasing, as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen. She memorized everyone's faces carefully in her mind, and finally stopped at the slovenly man who kept pouring wine, and narrowed her eyes.

Oh, should I eat it or not?

An Ling looked around, bowed and said with a smile: "Gentlemen, why are you staring at me? I'm not a pretty girl in her twenties who can't stand your gaze." She rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking that it would be even more rude if she were a girl.

The ugly young man in brocade clothes, who was very sensitive to other people's gazes, toasted An Ling from a distance and said with a smile, "This gentleman is so calm and composed, and has an extraordinary demeanor. We are naturally fascinated and can't help but look at him a few more times."

He drank the wine in the cup, and the beauty beside him refilled it for him. The young man in brocade clothes raised the cup and toasted the others in the hall: "Everyone, I am Jin Gunyuan, nicknamed Jin Bancheng. It is a great honor for me to meet all of you heroes and heroes this time. I hope we can have a good relationship. If you need me in the future, Jin Gunyuan will do his best to help you."

"Damn it, you kidney-deficient bastard, shut up. I can't stand people like you the most. And you're trying to act like the master here? Bah!" At the table near the door, a hot-tempered swordsman threw a jar of wine at Jin Gunyuan, cursing angrily, and was even ready to pick up a big knife to chop at Jin Gunyuan.

An Ling looked at the few people coldly and did not touch the wine and meat on the table. Her right hand silently pressed the Xiangzhu sword in the bag, ready to run away at any time.

“Everyone here is a guest. Why should you be so cruel to each other over such a small matter?” A soft and feminine voice came from the sky, and a white figure floated down from above, lightly like a piece of white paper that was blown up into the sky by a strong wind, and then fell down softly after the wind power was exhausted.

An Ling looked up suddenly, alarm bells ringing in her heart. Although her dantian was damaged and she couldn't store spiritual power, fortunately her eyesight was still intact. This guy didn't look like a human being no matter how she looked at him!

The "person" floated to the host seat at the top of the first floor and turned to the crowd. It was a pale paper face! The eyes were drooping, the cheeks were round and red, and the mouth was small and red. The black hair was tied up in a bun on the top of the head and tied with a red hairband. The facial expression did not change, but An Ling could see a smile on the weird paper face!

The shopkeeper of the Xiyan Restaurant spoke, his androgynous voice and the texture of his voice like sandpaper gave An Ling goose bumps.

The paper figurine shopkeeper said with a smile: "At 3:00 pm, the wedding banquet will begin!"