Chapter 78 Nightmare Cultivation

After six dances in a row, Li Banfeng changed six dance partners.

Zhou Yujuan, the owner of Xianle Dance Hall, was standing in the corridor on the second floor wearing a dark purple cheongsam and holding a round fan in her hand.

Fanning with her left hand and supporting the railing of the corridor with her right hand, Zhou Yujuan frowned slightly as she looked at the dance floor in the hall on the first floor. After staring at Li Banfeng for a moment, Zhou Yujuan frowned slightly.

This guest doesn't know the rules very well.

In this kind of dance hall, dancing is never the focus, the focus is choosing a dance partner.

Dance two or three times in the hall, choose a suitable partner, and then go upstairs or go out to find a suitable place and do the right thing.

Li Banfeng only dances and doesn't choose anyone, which is not appropriate.

Zhou Yujuan called a woman and whispered: "Tell that man to dance for eighty yuan and let him settle the bill first."

A song that lasts less than three minutes and charges 80 yuan is telling Li Banfeng to get out of here and not take advantage of it.

The woman returned immediately with a thousand dollars in cash in her hand: "Sister, the guest said that she danced very well here and she wants to keep dancing."

Zhou Yujuan frowned even more tightly.

Xianle Dance Hall is considered a first-class place in Yaowanggou, but the price is not that high. One thousand yuan is enough for Li Banfeng to take two dance partners upstairs to sleep for one night. What does he mean by dancing here all the time?

Years of experience told her that this man was here to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan gave another instruction: "Let Lao Gu change the song and play "When Will You Come Again"!"

Lao Gu is the operator of the hand-cranked record player.

After hearing the boss's order, Lao Gu understood the meaning and immediately changed the record.

"Good flowers don't always bloom, good times don't always come, sorrow piles up the smiles, and tears in the eyes are filled with lovesickness~~"

"When Will You Come Again" is a song that must be played every night at Xianle Dance Hall. This song is very special and is equivalent to the closing song. When hearing "When Will You Come Again", guests must quickly choose their dance partners. After the song ends, the dance hall will close. .

All the gentlemen present had chosen their dance partners. Li Banfeng's partner held Li Banfeng's hands tightly, touched his conscience, and asked affectionately: "Sir, let's go upstairs."

Li Banfeng said seriously: "What are you doing upstairs? Isn't it nice to dance here?"

The girl looked at Li Banfeng eagerly: "Sir, after this song is over, we will close the door."

"Why did it close? I just paid you!" Li Banfeng was very dissatisfied.

The dancer whispered: "You can take me upstairs without paying extra."

"Who said he doesn't have to pay anymore!" The boss Zhou Yujuan slowly walked down the stairs. The girl's voice was so low that she was still heard.

Good ears.

This should be a sneak preview.

The music stopped suddenly, and Zhou Yujuan came to Li Banfeng and said with a smile: "Sir, we are closed. Come back tomorrow."

Li Banfeng asked: "I just gave you a thousand yuan and you closed the door. Is this appropriate?"

Zhou Yujuan pretended to be surprised: "Sir, if you dance with our girl, shouldn't you give us money?"

Li Banfeng looked at Zhou Yujuan: "The money I gave you is the money for dancing. One dance costs eighty yuan. I danced seven dances. I've only spent half of a thousand yuan. Are you going to kick people out?"

The surrounding guests gradually moved away from the center of the dance floor.

They know that dancing at the Xianle Dance Hall does not cost money. What they have to pay is pollen money and drink money.

They also know that if the boss comes to ask for dance money, it means someone is trying to cause trouble.

Zhou Yujuan raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Li Banfeng: "Sir, eighty yuan is the cost of dancing, but for a piece of music, you will have to charge an extra one hundred yuan for music and water."

"What oil money?"

"The oil and water are in your hands."

Li Banfeng's hand held the girl's conscience.

This was not what he wanted to hold on to, it was what the girl had grabbed onto his hand before.

Now this girl was not as generous and enthusiastic as before. With a face full of embarrassment, she pulled away Li Banfeng's hand and said angrily: "Sir, what are you doing?"

She seemed to have been insulted by Li Banfeng.

This girl took the initiative to dance the last song with Li Banfeng, seemingly well prepared.

Li Banfeng did not argue, nodded and said: "I will give you the one hundred oil and water money."

Zhou Yujuan raised her brows, shook her head and said with a smile: "A hundred dollars alone is not enough. Seven of us girls danced seven dances with you. Which one of us hasn't made you tired? A hundred dollars for each girl, plus these seven hundred yuan, what do you think?" One thousand dollars is not enough.”

Li Banfeng was deeply surprised: "I've eaten all the seven girls?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded seriously: "I am a girl, so if you touch my hand, you will suffer a loss."

Li Banfeng thought this was unreasonable: "Is there anyone who can dance without touching their hands? Do all the guests here pay?"

Zhou Yujuan flashed her big eyes and looked at Li Banfeng with pity: "Other guests don't have to pay, that's because the girl is willing.

If the girl is willing, you can touch wherever you want, but you can't. The girl will think you are disgusting. If the girl is not willing, you will have to pay if you touch your fingernails! "

Li Banfeng planned to continue reasoning with Zhou Yujuan, but suddenly felt that danger was approaching.

He raised his head and looked towards the corridor on the second floor.

Behind the fence, stood a middle-aged man.

The man was about 1.6 meters tall, with a bald head and a beard. He was wearing a double-breasted gray shirt. He held a pair of walnuts in his hand and kept rubbing them.

At this moment, he was staring at Li Banfeng.

Many of the guests present knew this man. Some of them took their dancing partners out to spend the night, and some left their drink money and turned around and left.

Such a thin man could have such a great deterrent power.

Although Li Banfeng had never seen him, he recognized his identity.

Because in Li Banfeng's eyes, there was not only this man standing on the corridor on the second floor, but also more than a dozen people standing behind him.

There were fifteen people, Li Banfeng counted them.

These fifteen people were men and women, dressed differently, and the only thing in common was that they all had green flames on their bodies.

This was the ghost servant of the Nightmare Cultivator. This thin man was the patrolman of the Second Rudder of the Medicine King Hall of the Jiang Xiang Gang, Du Hongxi.

Du Hongxi came, and the other guests left. Zhou Yujuan's smile was not so gentle: "I don't want to argue with you for a few loose coins, sir, leave another thousand yuan, and you can go back."

"Another thousand yuan?"

Zhou Yujuan nodded: "Do you think I want too much?"

"Why do you want an extra thousand, and what's the reason?" Li Banfeng wanted to hear what else the boss could say.

Zhou Yujuan said with a smile: "You want to reason with me? Are you worthy? Take a piss and look at yourself, what do you think you are?

While I'm in a good mood now, quickly pay the money and get out. Be more careful in the future and don't go to places you shouldn't come to."

Li Banfeng looked at Du Hongxi again. Behind him, two ghost servants passed through the fence and slowly descended from the second floor.

Li Banfeng shrugged his eyebrows, opened his wallet, took out a thousand cash and gave it to Zhou Yujuan.

Zhou Yujuan took the banknotes and said tenderly: "Get out!"

Li Banfeng turned and left, and Du Hongxi asked the ghost servants to follow him.

Li Banfeng walked out of the hall quickly, and the two ghost servants went through the wall and chased into the corridor, but they didn't see Li Banfeng, only the open door at the end of the corridor.

He left?

Walked so fast?

After searching for a while, they didn't find Li Banfeng. The two ghost servants smelled the smell and found that there was no smell of living people nearby.

It seems that Li Banfeng is really gone.

The two ghost servants returned to Du Hongxi, and Zhou Yujuan also returned to the corridor on the second floor.

Du Hongxi hugged Zhou Yujuan's waist and kissed her on the cheek: "If you meet such a gangster in the future, don't waste time talking to him. Just tell me and I will deal with him directly."

Zhou Yujuan said coquettishly: "Master, it's just a small matter, how can I let you get tired."

Du Hongxi smiled and said: "My dear, I am willing to die of exhaustion for you."

Zhou Yujuan pouted and said: "Master, this is what you said, you are not allowed to complain about being tired tonight."

The two entered the bedroom on the third floor. The fifteen ghost servants were divided into three teams, guarding every corner of the third floor.

With these ghost servants guarding, even if a third-level martial artist rushed to the third floor, Du Hongxi would not be hurt at all.

Du Hongxi did not need to do any extra control. They would always protect Du Hongxi's safety. When they needed to fight, they were fearless, and when they did not need to fight, they would never relax.

They are not afraid of coercion, do not care about inducements, and will never leave their post unless they are scared to death.

But tonight is an exception.

At three o'clock in the morning, a song suddenly came from the record player in the lobby on the first floor:

"I have a love story,

Who can I tell it to?

My confidant has gone out,

Once he left, there is no news~"

The ghost servants all stuck their heads out and looked at the first floor.

This is the most beautiful song they have ever heard.

They have been trying hard to listen, but the sound of the record player is a little low.

Two ghost servants couldn't help it, so they passed through the fence, left the third floor, and flew to the record player.

The other ghost servants struggled for a moment and followed.

They all gathered next to the record player and listened to the song quietly.

Li Banfeng slowly shook the record player and counted the number of ghost servants.

Fifteen, all of them are here.

PS: Actually, I think the hand-cranked record player tastes very good.