130: Negotiating conditions? Are you worthy?

The Fat Shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, then he said coldly, "Esteemed Guest, you can eat anything you want, but you can't just say anything. My Inn has always been very clean, where would this talk of ghosts come from?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Jiang Lan's tone was somewhat playful. "But why do I see a young lady in the room?"

The Fat Shopkeeper's expression changed again.

His eyes flickered, and he looked a bit guilty.

However, this emotion only lasted for a moment before he returned to normal, stubbornly saying, "If there's a young lady in your room, what does that have to do with our Inn?"

"It has nothing to do with it?" Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes, looking at the Shopkeeper. "But I clearly heard her say she's your niece."

Upon hearing this, the Fat Shopkeeper finally panicked.

His voice even trembled slightly.

"Esteemed Guest, this is no laughing matter. I don't have a niece. Don't listen to her nonsense."

"Yes, I didn't listen to her, that's why I came down to find you to confront her."

Jiang Lan's voice remained calm as he continued, "Let's go, she's still waiting for you upstairs."

The Fat Shopkeeper's expression changed several times, finally turning into anger. He waved his hand, pointed at Jiang Lan, and said to the group of waiters behind him, "Go, kill him! I'll take responsibility for anything that happens!"

The group of waiters also had various expressions, some fearful, some confused.

But none of this prevented them from obeying the Shopkeeper's words, and they all rushed towards Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the approaching crowd, and his Aura spread out.

In an instant, the surrounding crowd felt as if they were being intensely roasted by scorching flames, and they all cried out in pain, falling to the ground, rolling around haphazardly.

Previously in the imperial palace, so many Martial Artists couldn't even get close to him, let alone these ordinary people who weren't even Martial Artists.

Seeing everyone fall to the ground, Jiang Lan stepped forward to the Fat Shopkeeper, reached out, and grabbed his collar.

Regardless of whether the Fat Shopkeeper objected or not, Jiang Lan dragged him upstairs like a dead dog.

The Shopkeeper's body hit the stairs, making clanging sounds, accompanied by his wailing.

Jiang Lan remained unmoved, directly taking the Shopkeeper to his room on the third floor.

The two brothers' room next door was still open, and snoring resumed, as if they hadn't heard the commotion outside at all.

Jiang Lan stood in front of the door, reached out and pushed it open, then directly threw the Fat Shopkeeper into the room.

Inside the room, the woman in the white dress stood by the bed, her eyes fixed on the Shopkeeper who had just been thrown in.

Her expression showed a moment of fear, followed by endless hatred and anger.

Huang Changsheng looked up, directly meeting the woman's distorted face.

He was immediately startled, using both hands and feet, scrambling backward.

"I didn't harm you! You jumped into the well yourself! You can only blame yourself, don't come looking for me!"

Jiang Lan also followed into the room, kicking the Fat Shopkeeper's butt, sending him flying to land next to the woman in white.

In this situation, there was no need for a difficult confrontation.

It could be confirmed that the woman's words were almost entirely true; even if there was some exaggeration, it wouldn't be much.

Looking at Huang Changsheng in front of her, the woman gradually became more ferocious, looking like she was about to transform again.

Jiang Lan raised his hand.

"Calm down. I will deal with the person who harmed you. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Huang Changsheng felt extreme fear at the sight of the woman so close.

And once fear becomes uncontrollable, it accumulates and transforms into boundless anger.

He flipped over, stood up from the ground, and threw a punch at the woman's face, cursing, "You stinking bitch! You're dead and still can't rest. If you can die once, you can die a second time!"

As his fist struck, a strange scene occurred.

His fist did not hit the woman but passed right through her face.

The woman ignored him and looked at Jiang Lan again.

Jiang Lan knew that the woman was listening to him, which was why she hadn't made a move.

However, since he had already promised, Jiang Lan would not be stingy with his actions.

He stepped in front of the Shopkeeper and slashed his long knife at the arm he had just swung out.

"Chh!"

The blade easily entered the arm, then emerged from the other side.

The next moment, the Fat Shopkeeper's entire right forearm dropped off cleanly, and blood gushed out wildly.

But the Fat Shopkeeper seemed to feel no pain at all, still waving his incomplete half-arm.

Only when he saw the blood gushing out did he belatedly react, covering his arm and beginning to wail frantically.

Seeing that blood had already pooled beneath the Fat Shopkeeper, Jiang Lan remembered.

This Shopkeeper was not a Martial Artist; he was just an ordinary person.

If he bled like this, he would die from excessive blood loss in a short while.

He certainly had to die, but not now.

Jiang Lan thought for a moment, then infused True Qi into his long knife.

In an instant, the long knife glowed with a golden-red light.

He swung his knife again.

"Chh!"

This time, the Fat Shopkeeper's entire right arm fell to the ground.

However, due to the heat from the long knife, the wound on his arm was instantly seared, turning black, and the blood coagulated, not a single drop emerging.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan nodded with satisfaction.

Hmm.

Now he wouldn't die from excessive blood loss.

He lightly tapped the Fat Shopkeeper's face with the back of his knife.

The scorching heat from the knife instantly scalded his skin, causing it to necrose.

"Ah!!!"

The Fat Shopkeeper let out a pig-like shriek.

Jiang Lan was unconcerned, merely saying softly, "Now, I ask, you answer. Fail to answer, and you die."

The Shopkeeper's wailing immediately stopped.

After a baptism of intense pain, his mind had now fully returned.

He clearly knew that Jiang Lan was not lying to him.

Who among normal people would cut off someone's hand without a word?

Jiang Lan doing this meant that his life was not important at all in Jiang Lan's eyes.

The Shopkeeper endured the severe pain, gritting his teeth and nodding, "I'll answer!"

"Besides you, how many others were involved in harming this young lady back then?"

The Shopkeeper's eyes darted around.

"I'll tell you! But you... you have to promise me, after I've told you everything, you'll let me live!"

Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes.

Immediately, the Fat Shopkeeper only saw a sharp golden-red blade flash before him.

"Chh!"

The sound of burning flesh rang out again.

This time, it was his left arm that fell to the ground.

"Do you think you have the right to bargain with me?" Jiang Lan's tone was neither warm nor cold, but the killing intent within it was self-evident.

"Ah!"

The Fat Shopkeeper let out another shrill wail.

"Hey, next door, what's all that screaming about? Can't a person get some sleep in the middle of the night?"

In the room next door, the two brothers were woken up, and one of them impatiently shouted towards Jiang Lan's room.

Earlier, the woman had only drained a bit of their vital Qi, without fundamentally harming them, so they had merely fallen into a deep sleep.

But even if they were deeply asleep, such loud noises would certainly wake them up.