The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Jiang Yuan took a spoon and drank the porridge slowly, with noise in his ears.

After drinking the porridge, he went to pour the tea again. Before the tea was poured to his mouth, he heard someone shouting in horror.

"Dead!"

Jiang Yuan paused and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

It was a shop boy.

How could someone say something like that in an inn?

The shopkeeper was already beside him, covering his mouth, staring at him and warning him not to speak.

But this store's second-in-command has never seen a dead person before, so he couldn't calm down, and shivered and repeated the phrase 'dead man. ’

If there were ordinary people in this inn, they would have been scared long ago. Now, most of them are people who have been in the rivers and lakes. They are very courageous and have not been frightened.

Instead, they put down the bowls and chopsticks one after another, and asked the shop assistant in a loud voice.

"Dead? Where? How did he die?"

The shop assistant was trembling and couldn't understand, and pointed tremblingly upstairs.

The big man at the table next to Yuanxi had already stood up with a sword, ready to go upstairs to have a look.

Jiang Yuan had no interest in these things at first, but when his eyes touched Yuanxi, he didn't know what to think, and secretly lowered the corner of his lips slightly.

He said, "Let's go up and have a look."

Said dead, upstairs, upstairs but did not smell the smell of blood.

Everyone was suspicious. Could it be that when they were killed by poison, they saw a person dying in a blind spot, and they suddenly felt cold...

Saying it's a 'dead man', it's better to say it's a mummified corpse...

The man's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were so wide that it seemed as if his eyeballs were about to burst out. He was as dry as if he had been sucked out of all moisture, so the nearly decapitated wound on his neck was superfluous.

- Even if this knife is not cut, this person will not be able to live.

From the wound that was about to be decapitated, normal blood can spew out a few meters away, but now there is no trace of blood.

This is really...

sin.

The people who came up had seen a lot of dead people, but it was the first time they had seen such... disgusting.

Many looked away unbearably.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Yuanxi beside him.

The little girl didn't react at all.

Jiang Yuan put his finger on his lower lip, unable to say what he felt in his heart, silently averted his eyes and looked at the mummified corpse.

The more he looked, the more familiar Jiang Yuan felt.

Isn't this... the shop assistant who came to deliver tea yesterday?

I really didn't start last night.

- This is Jiang Yuan's first reaction.

If I didn't do it myself, the shop assistant was still dead. Could it be someone else killed it?

Jiang Yuan's eyes were low and deep.

Officials came to evacuate the crowd.

Jiang Yuan turned around and walked to the first floor along the crowd, and the gazes placed everywhere met the other gazes.

One of the big men at the table next to them just now.

Jiang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he looked away at will.

The inn was killed, and the guests were subject to interrogation and could not leave for a while.

The second floor cannot go up for the time being. Everyone is on the first floor, noisily complaining that they are in a hurry. The shopkeeper can only comfort him with a smile.

He was very busy, comforting the residents below with a smiling face, and had to go up to cooperate with the government's investigation.

"Brother Wu, let's not delay, shall we?"

One of the big men on the table next to him asked in a loud voice.

The person who was called Big Brother Wu was the big man who met Jiang Yuan's eyes before.