I finally waited for those girls to finish eating and drinking. Without even washing the dishes, I jumped to the table and flipped over the crab.

Crabs have to be eaten while they're hot, they don't taste good cold.

Just as I was about to grab the crab, I felt something touch me under the table.

Instinctively, I lightly tapped my chopsticks and dropped one of them under the table, but I didn't hear the sound of the chopstick hitting the ground for a long time.

My move is called "Dropping Chopsticks to Startle the Spirits." Old people say, "Chopsticks can't be dropped on the ground while eating, it's easy to scare ghosts." That's what it means.

A sorcerer drops chopsticks to deliberately scare ghosts. If the chopsticks fall to the ground and everyone is fine, but if there's no sound, it means the ghost is challenging the sorcerer. We have to arm wrestle.

I didn't hear any movement under the table. My right index finger immediately pointed at the other chopstick. The bamboo chopstick immediately turned halfway in my hand, the tip pointing towards my palm. I gripped the chopstick with one hand and stabbed it into the table.

The entire chopstick immediately sank halfway into the table, but was blocked by something. I followed up with a palm strike to the end of the chopstick, driving the bamboo chopstick into the table as if hammering a nail.

When I looked down, I suddenly heard the sound of a hidden weapon cutting through the air.

My hair almost stood on end—the opponent's hidden weapon was already close to me. I only heard the sound now, and there was no time to dodge.

Moreover, small hidden weapons like cow hair needles are designed to break through a master's protective qi.

My Di Sha (Earthly Fiend) Blood Qi couldn't stop this fatal blow at all.

In the instant my muscles tensed, I heard the sound of a hidden weapon piercing the table next to me.

The hidden weapon wasn't aimed at me?

Before I could figure out what was going on, I saw Ye Yang and the others surrounding the restaurant, blocking every possible exit. All the war spirits of Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall) were dispatched, surrounding the table from the sky to the ground.

Nie Xiaochun, Qin Xin, and Hei Ye Xiao (Black Night Owl) floating in the air were fine, but the three ghost gods, Ti Gu (Bone Carver), and Ge Rou (Flesh Cutter), squatting under the table were completely unpresentable, acting like they were fighting for food.

"What are you doing?" While I was stunned, Ling and Lao Liu walked over and sat at the table.

Only then did I realize that the crab Ye Yang left for me had been nailed to the table with cow hair needles, the blue steel needles arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper.

Ling picked up a chopstick and tapped the crab shell twice. "Senior Qing Ming, long time no see."

Someone in the crab chuckled. "I'm getting old, after all. I actually fell into the hands of a bunch of kids. Take out the needles! I'll come out."

After Ling gently removed the steel needles, an old man in cotton clothes appeared beside the table.

Lao Liu gently nudged me under the table, meaning: set up another banquet to entertain the guest.

I immediately slammed the table. "You don't need to nudge me. He sneaked into my house, why should I treat him with good wine and food? Clear the table and pour him a glass of cold water."

In the martial world, there's no such thing as serving guests with cold water. Even if a family is so poor that they only have a shed, they must pour a cup of hot water for guests.

Serving cold water is only done in prisons, meaning: sober up first, don't be hot-headed and argue with me, or you might get beaten to death.

Qing Ming squinted at me and said, "You have quite a temper! With this temper, you still want to gather all the heroes in the world?"

I sneered, "It's true that I want to find Qing Tang. But I don't want to find an ancestor to worship. Besides, you're not Qing Tang."

Many Jianghu (martial world) organizations have enshrined elders and guest officials. But, in my opinion, that's all there is to it.

They are respectfully provided with good food and drink, and a large sum of money is paid for their salary. Most of the time, they do nothing, and they might just run away when their life is in danger.

Anyway, they are capable and don't worry about not finding someone to support them.

Why would I want such people? To annoy myself?

Qing Ming sat down at the table in a grand manner as soon as he came out. He must have thought that I was asking for his help, so he was fearless.

If I don't beat his temper into nothing, even if I get Qing Tang into Liangjie Tang (Two Realms Hall), I will still have to treat him like a father. Therefore, I must not give him a good face. Besides, if I mess things up, isn't there Lao Liu to help me pull things back?

Qing Ming laughed and said, "Are you planning to beat me back into the crab shell and then interrogate me again?"

"You deliberately set up a ring and lured me here. Then, you deliberately said that you were looking for Qing Ming to arouse my curiosity and trick me into the house. Then, you trapped me, just to negotiate a deal with me. Am I right?"

I gave a thumbs up. "As expected of an old fox, continue."

Qing Ming smiled and said, "People in our line of work, whether human or ghost, must have a backer or serve a master. Otherwise, we can't survive. Therefore, my master is not impossible to recruit."

Selling information has always been the most dangerous business in the Jianghu (martial world), and one could die in the streets at any time. The bigger this business is, the more dangerous it becomes, so they must have a master that no one dares to provoke to ensure that they are not uprooted by their enemies.

Qing Ming is implying something!