Chapter 2: His Head Is Worth Money

Ye Yunxiao had no intention of being polite to this demon, so he plopped himself down across from the red-haired old demon, took a pair of chopsticks from the table, and was just about to start eating.

The red-haired old demon’s icy gaze swept over.

“Someone’s sitting here. Go find another seat!”

The red-haired old demon grabbed a bear paw and gnawed on it himself, seemingly unbothered by the possibility that Ye Yunxiao might not leave.

“Oh? But I see an empty seat here. Since there was no one sitting here originally, why can’t I sit?” Ye Yunxiao sat down and picked up a deer tail with his chopsticks.

He was just about to bring the deer tail to his mouth when he suddenly felt a cold light sweep over him!

“You?”

“Not afraid of death?”

The red-haired old demon’s voice was hoarse, and it sounded as if every word he spat out was followed by the sound of a sharp knife scraping against the ground—extremely grating.

It made anyone who heard it deeply uncomfortable!

But Ye Yunxiao simply said: “And you? Are you afraid of death?”

The two locked eyes in the air, rays of light flickering in both their gazes. During that eye contact, it was as if they had experienced three days and three nights of fierce battle!

But after saying this, Ye Yunxiao stopped looking at him directly. He held the large piece of deer tail in both hands and swallowed the entire thing in just three bites!

After finishing the deer tail, he even gave the red-haired old demon a thumbs-up!

And said in admiration: “Delicious! I haven’t had meat for three whole hours! Thank you so much!”

After eating this deer tail, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and savored the moment, as if lost in some kind of memory: “I really miss this!”

Ye Yunxiao didn’t care about his dignity at all and feasted heartily. He used chopsticks to limit his eating speed, but to fill his stomach as quickly as possible, he even grabbed food directly with his hands.

Steaming hot air rose from the dishes. Anyone with eyes could tell the food was at least seventy or eighty degrees hot!

But Ye Yunxiao just held it with his bare hands!

Seeing this, the red-haired old demon watched Ye Yunxiao stealthily from the corner of his eye and said no more. For a moment, the entire window-side area became strange and eerie.

On the left side of the table sat a hunched old man, his head buried low as he ate, only occasionally lifting it when he picked up food. Across from him sat a greasy-faced youth.

While eating, the youth even chatted with the old man.

“Hey, old man, being able to order so many dishes—you must be pretty well off, huh?”

“Unlike me, I’m used to being poor. I’m really short on money. But I heard on the road that you have quite a bit—I wonder if that’s true?”

Ye Yunxiao said with a grin.

But the red-haired old demon’s body trembled slightly, and only then did his murky gaze carefully examine Ye Yunxiao.

He saw that this person was only sixteen years old! But his appearance was truly slovenly—even worse than the beggars on the street!

As for the sword placed by the table, though it looked somewhat ornate, there was no spiritual energy gathered on the blade, so it was probably not a good sword.

Soon, he buried his head and continued eating.

The two of them ate as if they hadn’t eaten in a lifetime, eating for a full hour!

By now, the meal rush was over!

Ye Yunxiao rubbed his round belly and shouted to the teahouse waiter: “Waiter! Bring me twenty more sesame cakes!”

The teahouse waiter quickly ran over and said with a troubled expression: “Honored guests, you’ve already eaten nearly a full Mystic Spirit Crystal’s worth. If you keep eating like this, our little shop will be eaten into bankruptcy.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s just twenty sesame cakes—you won’t even give us that?”

Ye Yunxiao frowned and glanced at the teahouse waiter with displeasure, then said: “Are you afraid we’ll dine and dash, or do you think we look like people without money?”

“I don’t care about anything else! Twenty sesame cakes—you have to give them to me! These are my rations for the next week!”

“Then—then honored guest, you’ll have to pay for the meal you just had first, right?”

“Oh?”

Ye Yunxiao narrowed his eyes into slits and looked dangerously at the teahouse waiter. That one glance nearly scared the man to tears.

The teahouse waiter glanced at the sword on the table, knew this person before him was not to be provoked, and quickly said: “This isn’t my idea. The boss said that if you want to order more, you have to pay for the meal first, right?”

“I—I…”

“We’re a small business too, sir, you…”

“Don’t rush. We may not have money, but this guy does!”

“He does?”

The doubt in the teahouse waiter’s eyes grew even stronger!

“He has ten thousand Mystic Spirit Crystals! Use his life to pay your bill? That’s more than enough!”

“Boom!”

A wave of fiery cloud qi instantly erupted from Ye Yunxiao’s side.

The qi wave swept through the surrounding space, and even the table they had just eaten at was crushed to powder by the blast!

In almost an instant, the red-haired old demon was already on his feet. His eyes were blood-red as he stared deathly at Ye Yunxiao!

“Who exactly are you!”

Ye Yunxiao ignored him, shielded the teahouse waiter behind himself, and then said unhurriedly to the waiter: “Wow! Look, the plates are all blown to pieces!”

“Dead men tell no tales! Can’t pay the bill now!”