Chapter 17 Strange Skills

Li Ang's eyes widened as he exchanged confused glances with the expectant Third Sister and the others.

One second, two seconds, nothing happened.

Third Sister pursed her lips, took a small step back, and pointed a slender finger at Li Ang with a fierce expression.

"Change!"

One second, two seconds, Li Ang touched his body. Still nothing happened.

"How is that possible?"

Third Sister looked astonished. To ensure this short-haired Daoist fell for her trick, she had specially added more of the evil-arts-enhanced flour to the baked cakes.

Even the strongest martial general in the human world would have obediently turned into a donkey or horse within a quarter of an hour, losing their mind.

Her subordinates had personally witnessed the short-haired Daoist finishing all the baked cakes and reported back to her before she dared to let the Daoist come over.

Could it be that this Daoist had divine power protecting him, and the evil arts were simply taking effect slower than usual?

"What, is it strange?"

Li Ang tilted his head, flipped his palm, and took out two baked cakes, along with a kettle filled with porridge.

"As an inn, you're quite enthusiastic, but the food you sell doesn't taste very good.

In the eyes of the youngest special-grade chef in history, it's no different from toilet swill."

Li Ang dumped the baked cakes and porridge on the ground, shaking his head. "You don't even add poppy shells. How dare you run a restaurant?"

What kind of restaurant would put poppy shells in their food! You're the black shop here!

Third Sister roared and howled in her heart, her well-maintained face twisting slightly.

The information provided by Zhu Xuemin earlier had mentioned that there were countless bizarre and evil arts in this world. Some of them were even more unreasonable than the players' skills.

Things like potions that could make men pregnant rapidly with just a drop,

pills that allowed people to fly freely but covered them in tumors,

and dried bloodstains of magical beasts that would instantly turn any wound they touched into a pool of blood.

And so on.

Therefore, players should avoid eating anything provided by the natives of this world if possible, and be self-sufficient if possible.

Xing Hechou, as an official member of the Special Affairs Bureau, had brought many hunger-resistant pills, and Wanli Fengdao had brought enough compressed food to last for months.

As for Li Ang... in fact, he could survive indefinitely without eating, just by relying on his biological template.

If he wanted to eat, he could also use the Divine Mark to directly grow fruits and vegetables from the soil, clean and unpolluted.

Third Sister was completely unaware of all this, but that didn't stop her from taking several steps back and shouting, "Seize him!"

In this world, it was difficult for a young widowed woman to maintain a large business, even with unique evil arts.

It was said that the smarter a woman was, the better she could deceive.

Third Sister had long ago used the art of manipulating people's hearts to make several shop assistants devoted and loyal to her, willing to die for her.

Several shop assistants in the store tightened their expressions and silently took out daggers and ropes from their clothes, slowly surrounding Li Ang.

"She's a bad person, she's a bad woman, don't be fooled by her, are you stupid?!"

Li Ang earnestly advised them, but the shop assistants remained tight-lipped, ignoring him, even when Third Sister turned her back on them and ran toward the inn's hall.

They seemed to have resigned themselves to death, determined to hold the Daoist back and buy time for Third Sister.

"Won't listen to advice."

Li Ang shook his head, sighed, casually deflected a shop assistant who stabbed at him with a short dagger,

and punched a shop assistant who tried to lasso his neck with a rope, sending him flying.

Inside the horse pen, the gray donkey widened its eyes, its pupils reflecting the Daoist's invincible figure, and a steady stream of faith power poured out.

Thud.

The last shop assistant was also kicked away by Li Ang, crashing headfirst into a tree stump outside the horse pen, his eyes rolling back, life or death unknown.

Li Ang clapped his hands, turned around, and looked at the horse pen.

The noisy donkeys and horses in the pen seemed to have realized something as well.

Those that were originally noisy and restless stopped moving,

those that were originally numb and indifferent raised their heads, staring blankly at the Daoist.

A massive amount of faith power poured into the Divine Mark.

"Please wait here for a moment, everyone. This poor Daoist will be right back."

Li Ang cupped his hands at the group of donkeys and horses, turned around, and walked toward the inn.

"Third Sister? Third Sister, Third Sister? Third Sister."

The short-haired Daoist's ethereal and drawn-out calls echoed throughout the inn.

Third Sister, hiding in a guest room on the second floor, turned pale and tightly hugged the package she had taken from her bedroom.

The package contained gold and silver treasures, a wooden box used for performing evil arts, a ledger recording the number of donkeys and horses entering and leaving, and personal trifles.

"Third Sister, where are you?"

The short-haired Daoist's calls seemed to be coming from every corner, like demonic sounds pouring into her ears.

Third Sister's face was deathly pale as she stared fixedly at the door,

carefully moving her feet and slowly approaching the room's window.

As the saying went, people died for wealth, and birds died for food. She had worked so hard to run the porridge and rice inn for so many years. If she abandoned her wealth here and drifted to a foreign land, poor and destitute,

she might as well just kill herself.

She wanted money, and she wanted to live.

"Creak."

The sound of doors being opened gradually approached the room she was in.

Third Sister clenched her teeth, tied the package to her body, quietly climbed onto the table near the window, slowly propped open the window, and held onto a rope tied to the bed frame,

preparing to slide down the rope, land on the haystack, and then ride away from the inn.