A scrap collection station comes to mind

"He's a savage, don't worry about him!"

Chen Muyu was noncommittal, "Take him out for something to eat later. Look at this, there are no restaurants open anywhere in this town!"

“At this moment, I’m afraid only roadside stalls are left!”

Long Dingkun said next to him.

…

Roadside stalls are just roadside stalls. Chen Muyu is very hungry.

The old man fiddled in the bathroom for more than half an hour before he came out. He changed into clean clothes, pulled up his hair in a high bun, and trimmed his beard slightly.

There is still some celestial spirit to some extent.

But there is still some sinister look between the eyebrows, and a casual glance often makes people tremble.

As soon as the old man came out, Long Dingkun and the others were speechless, perhaps out of instinctive fear of powerful creatures.

They could feel that the old man brought back by Chen Muyu was definitely not easy to mess with.

…

Towns, streets, barbecue stalls.

This may be Tan Feihu's first time eating this stuff, and he was a little disgusted at first, but Chen Muyu asked him to eat it, and he didn't dare not to eat it.

For monks, eating these things does affect their practice, but it is still okay to satisfy their appetite occasionally.

"Mr. Chen, have you finished your business?" Long Dingkun drank two bottles of beer, and his voice became louder.

"That's about it. I'll go back to Xichuan early tomorrow morning. Thank you both for accompanying me this time!" Chen Muyu said politely.

"What did Mr. Chen say? You are a guest of the Gong family, a distinguished guest of my Long Dingkun. Our family does not speak the same language..."

With that said, he raised the wine bottle and offered a toast to Chen Muyu.

At this time, a cold wind blew on the street, making Long Dingkun shiver.

I don’t know why, but I woke up eight minutes after drinking.

…

Everyone's eyes turned to the end of the street in unison.

I saw a white mist rising from the end of the street, covering the entire street.

White mist surged toward the streets.

There was something vaguely following in the white mist.

"What the hell?"

Long Dingkun stretched his neck and rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

"ah……"

The boss is an old man in his fifties, who is putting mutton skewers somewhere.

When he saw the white mist, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost. He exclaimed, threw away the string in his hand, turned around and ran into the shop on the street. With a bang, he opened the door. One level.

The number was correct, and everyone was confused.

What's wrong with this boss?

Don’t even need a bunch of money?

"Old Tan, deal with it!"

Chen Muyu gave an order to Tan Feihu, who was playing with strings of skewers across from him.

Tan Feihu looked back, his face full of displeasure.

"yes!"

Patting his greasy hands, he stood up and walked slowly toward the white mist.

"Where did Xiao Xiao come from? Is it fun to pretend to be a ghost?" Tan Feihu still held a skewer in his hand, looking down on the other person.

"boom!"

The white mist seemed to be conscious and irritated by Tan Feihu. It suddenly rolled up and turned into a huge skull, biting directly at Tan Feihu.

"Little tricks!"

Tan Feihu felt like he was insulted, and threw the mutton skewers in his hand directly at the skull.

"ah!"

Just heard a sharp scream.

The skulls quickly dispersed, and the white mist quickly disappeared.

A small figure fell under the archway at the end of the street.

Tan Feihu ran over quickly, reached out to grab the figure, carried it directly to Chen Muyu, and threw it on the ground.

Easy to take.

Playing tricks in front of a powerful person in the realm of gods, isn't this looking for death?

Long Dingkun and Gong Changfa were both stunned.

The person who fell next to Chen Muyu was a small child.

No, he doesn't look like a child. This man is short in stature and probably less than 1.2 meters tall, but he looks quite mature. Hearing his voice, he must be in his forties or fifties.

Tan Feihu grabbed a handful of chili noodles and sprinkled it.

"Oh, oh, it hurts your grandpa so much!"

The man covered the wound on his chest and screamed miserably.

This old man is quite ruthless.

Gong Changfa and the two of them trembled, and they didn't dare to move at all. This old man Tan was so cruel!

"Scream again and I will stun you to death!" Tan Feihu said coldly.

The man immediately shut his mouth.

"My master has something to ask you, and you give me an honest answer. Otherwise, you can imagine the consequences!" Tan Feihu warned.

The man didn't dare to cry out in pain, bit his lip and nodded repeatedly.

"Master..." Tan Feihu gestured to Chen Muyu.

"What is your name?"

Chen Muyu looked down at the man on the ground and asked casually.

"Zhan Hong!" The man replied reluctantly.

"Where are you from?" Chen Muyu asked immediately.

The man hesitated and said, "South Vietnamese!"

"oh?"

Chen Muyu frowned, "If you don't tell the truth, you're not good at all!"

Tan Feihu grabbed another handful of chili noodles and showed off.

"No, no, don't!"

The man quickly dodged.

"You have one more chance!" Chen Muyu said calmly.

The man sat on the ground holding his chest, his face full of fear, "I'm afraid you won't believe me if I say it!"

"If you say it, I will believe it!" Chen Muyu said.

The man hesitated for a moment, "I, I am from the Sky Ghost Star!"

"puff!"

Long Dingkun almost spit out the beer he just drank.

Heavenly ghost star people?

What the hell? This person is afraid that he has lost his mind and gone crazy.

"snort!"

Tan Feihu even raised his hand to kill that person.

"stop!"

Chen Muyu stopped him.

Everyone was confused as to whether Chen Muyu really believed this man's lies.

"Keep talking!" Chen Muyu said to the man.

The man looked at Chen Muyu and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'll let you continue talking!" Chen Muyu's voice rose a few decibels, already a bit angry.

The man knew that the person in front of him was untouchable and did not dare to ask any more questions. He quickly said, "What do you want to know?"

"Tian Guixing!" Chen Muyu took a sip of beer, "And why are you here?"

The man stepped back, not daring to look directly at Chen Muyu, "The Sky Ghost Star is about three hundred light years away from the earth and is located in the northwest of the solar system. There are no stars there and it is dark all year round. We are called the Sky Ghost Clan..."

"As for why I appear here, because there are too many powerful monks, the training conditions on Tiangui Star are getting worse and worse. Therefore, the Tiangui tribe has successively sent out several cosmic expedition teams to find more suitable places in the universe. living environment……"

"Seven hundred years ago, the fleet of our ancestors came to the solar system and was attacked by the monks of the solar system. Almost the entire army was wiped out. The remaining team members made an emergency landing on the earth..."

"Since seven hundred years ago, our ancestors have been stranded on the earth, living in seclusion..."

…

What a fantasy. What the hell, are you telling a fantasy story? Gong Changfa and the others were stunned.