Being an otaku in the world of American comics

"Mom~! Wuu~ Mom… …" Amidst a sorrowful cry, the crowd gradually gathered.

A young woman dressed in plain cloth and mourning clothes, but with a face of captivating beauty, was kneeling on the street, her face covered in tears, beside a lifeless woman.

A flag written with white characters on black cloth stood beside them.

"Selling herself to bury her mother… …"

"This girl is so pitiful, actually selling herself to bury her mother! If I had money, I would definitely buy her back!"

"Don't be greedy for small gains! I heard that there are two female thieves here recently, called the 'Inhuman Mother and Daughter Thieves', who specialize in swindling people's money!

Some people have had their entire house emptied by them!"

"Is that so? But looking at her appearance, it doesn't seem like it."

"If she was born looking like a villain, who would be fooled?! Let's go~ Let's go~ Ouch!"

Among the crowd of onlookers, the discussion between two men seemed particularly clear, gradually becoming the focus of the surrounding people.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, the cynical man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, as if he had been pricked by a needle, causing him to limp unconsciously.

Turning his head with a howl, he didn't expect that his butt had actually been stabbed with a needle!

Frightened, the man, who had previously been unrestrained and outspoken, quickly pulled his companion and ran away, stumbling, into the distance.

Seeing this, the crowd of onlookers suddenly became chaotic, and many people, fearing being caught in the crossfire, dispersed in large numbers.

Liang Yue was standing on the periphery of the crowd at this time, watching the whole process, and after smiling at this classic scene, he walked towards a nearby restaurant.

"That girl is Hong Dou, right? She really looks like Goddess Qiu~"

"But compared to this goddess in her prime, I'm more interested in her mother."

"Thousand-Hand Guanyin~ Zhu Xiaoqian, it is said that she was once the number one beauty in the martial world. Although she has become an old woman now, her skill with hidden weapons is truly awe-inspiring."

Looking back at the mother and daughter who were gradually being surrounded by the crowd again, Hong Dou, who was kneeling there, was also looking up at Liang Yue with her head lowered.

For a moment, the two's eyes met in the air.

Goddess Qiu glared at him fiercely with her big, amorous eyes, with a hint of threat in her eyes, while Liang Yue curled the corners of his mouth at her.

Afterwards, he walked past Hong Wending, who was standing there woodenly, waiting for his father to return, and strolled into the restaurant.

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"Waiter~ Bring me a hot pot! Slice more mutton, and add some tofu. Make sure there's enough sesame paste in the sauce!"

"Okay! This Daoist priest, please wait a moment. The fresh bone broth has been simmering all morning, guaranteed to satisfy you!"

"Mm~ Also, bring me two stir-fried dishes, something vegetarian will do~"

"Understood! What else would the Daoist priest like to order? Our shop has fine aged Fenjiu, visiting merchants say it's quite delicious, would you like to try some?"

"Then bring me a pot to try~"

"Okay! One set of bone hot pot! Two plates of vegetarian dishes, one pot of aged Fenjiu~ ~ ~!"

… …

Watching the waiter's attentive back as he left, Liang Yue was now filled with novelty, constantly looking around.

He saw that within the restaurant hall, although it couldn't be said to be overflowing with people, it was bustling with diners who had come to eat.

Some were in groups of three or five, some were facing each other in pairs, all with awkward bald heads, gathering together and talking loudly about trivial matters of life.

In this situation, Liang Yue himself seemed a little out of place.

Thanks to the Daoist identity arranged by the system, he didn't have to follow the Qing Dynasty's customs in terms of dress or hairstyle.

A blue-black Daoist robe, a yellowish-white inner lining with a right-fastening closure, a hair bun high on the back of his head, slightly fair skin, and his current overly handsome appearance.

Imperceptibly, he had become the focus of the crowd.

From time to time, people in the hall would look at him, their faces unconsciously showing a hint of curiosity.

Several wretched men in the corner were now staring at Liang Yue with ill intentions, rubbing their hands, their eyes gleaming, revealing a lustful look towards him… …

The inn's efficiency was very fast, and in just a minute or two, the steaming hot pot and charcoal had been brought up.

From the unrestrained aroma of the soup, it could be judged that the shop must have been prepared in advance to deal with the endless stream of diners.

After a while, the food and wine were all served, and Liang Yue poured himself a glass of aged Fenjiu, nodding unconsciously as he smelled the rich aroma of the wine.

But after taking a sip, this fellow knew that the wine must have been blended, and a lot of water had been added~!

However, Liang Yue didn't care about these things. The light ancient brewing method had its own unique flavor.

After drinking a few cups in a row, he began to taste the meat and vegetables on the table.

Just then, a burst of fierce shouts and fighting suddenly came from the second floor of the restaurant.

Wood splintering, weapons clashing, and amidst the noise, there were occasional screams and groans.

The noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly quieted down, and the diners mostly shrank their heads, dared not speak, and listened intently to the movement upstairs.

Some of the timid ones had even bent over and quietly slipped out the door.

"Wen Ding!"

Just then, a shout suddenly came.

Hong Wending, who had been standing at the entrance of the restaurant in a daze, immediately became like a machine that had been wound up, grabbed the restaurant's flagpole, and flew up to the second floor in a few steps.

Liang Yue, who had been paying attention to this child, couldn't help but be stunned.

Frankly speaking, if it were him, although he could also do this, relying on his superior physical fitness, grabbing the flagpole to go to the second floor was not too difficult.

But in terms of style, Liang Yue was definitely not as elegant as him.

"This is just his son, if it were Hong Xiguan, his abilities would probably be much stronger!"

"This is~ the legendary lightness skill, right?"

"Speaking of which, this world of New Legend of Shaolin isn't considered a profound martial arts plane, it's just that the plot and fighting are a bit more brilliant."

"In such a world, there shouldn't be any too mysterious martial arts, right?"

Liang Yue was eating while thinking to himself.

Facing the screams and the sound of fists and feet colliding like drums coming from the second floor, he didn't take it to heart, let alone have any intention of getting involved.

Firstly, according to the development of the plot, the fighting on the second floor at this time was just a small scene, and for Brother Jet, there was nothing to fear.

Faced with the betrayal of his own brothers and the encirclement of the imperial army, Hong Xiguan, while killing these people one by one, still had the energy to teach Hong Wending, who was watching from the sidelines, the principles of being a person~

Secondly, Liang Yue at this time didn't seem to need to get involved.

Because, he didn't have this task~

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