Ling Luoyu arranged the restaurant's affairs properly, and took people to the old ancestral hall without delay until three quarters in the afternoon.

As she expected, the old ancestral hall at this time was already crowded with people.

A lot of people gathered in Huang's house at this time.

They were in groups of three or five, which should be a small group.

On the stove that boiled the water, the water boiled for a long time, and no one cared about it.

Ling Luoyu glanced at the old ancestral hall-there were more people.

It can be said to be crowded.

In one corner, there were scattered objects such as altars and candles moved from the old ancestral hall.

When Zhao Qin and others left, the ancestors of the Zhao family in the old ancestral hall were completely empty.

Only a table, chair and bench are left.

At this time, it has become a place for some people to rest.

They seemed to be tired, regardless of their identity, resting there crookedly.

Ling Luoyu raised his eyebrows calmly--

Only in the morning, these people seemed to have a bad complexion, as if they had experienced a fierce battle.

I don't know if this fierce battle is due to their own infighting, or-being injured by the shadows.

However, thinking that if the shadows take action, these people are afraid that they will be inevitable and cannot escape the shackles of Thunder Fury.

Therefore, it is probably consumed by infighting.

"Come and come, our little shop provides you with warm food at reasonable prices, free trading, just come here if you want..."

The two cleaning mothers who followed didn't know the identity of these people, and they only regarded them as ordinary treasure hunters.

There is no fear in the heart, and it doesn't matter if he does things. There is no color of fear in the face of these big men who stomped and the world could tremble.

This also made those people feel a little more at ease-

At least, the identities of these people, except for their own self-confidence, will not be leaked.

As Ling Luoyu expected, these people were starving, and they were not short on money, so they didn't even care about how expensive things were.

Nothing much, two baskets full of braised pork were sold clean, but many people did not eat it.

Ling Luoyu instructed a mother to go back, and instructed the store to continue adding steamed buns.

An hour later, Feng Chenglin personally brought the things over.

Ling Luoyu greeted him with his eyes down: "Why are you here?"

"I'm really fine in the store, and I've ordered things, and I don't worry about your side, so I just came to have a look... how?"

Feng Chenglin blinked his eyes and looked around excitedly.

"No one is making trouble here, right?"

"It's not my turn to make trouble?" Ling Luoyu lip, pointing to the door of the old ancestral hall: "Seeing that there is no one there, it seems that there is a fight. Look at the eyes of each one, like a cockfight... These people are all arrogant and will not pay attention to my little boss. We have to find a way to find someone to inquire again."

All these people are arrogant.

On weekdays, Ling Luoyu's status is superfluous at a glance.

Now, if it weren't for getting some food from her, otherwise, it would be impossible for her to exist.

If you want to hear from these people, it's simply impossible.

They must find another way.

Feng Chenglin's eyes turned, locked on a person, and immediately picked up a pack of hot braised pork and three big steamed buns, and walked towards Huang Lao's kitchen.

On the stone pier in the corner of the kitchen, a person is closing his eyes to bask in the sun, not knowing whether he is asleep or resting.