These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

It looks ordinary, but it actually has a sense of righteousness carved out.

Wei Tu prepared to go back.

When I turned around, I suddenly saw a pair of bloodshot old eyes staring at me wide open!

Wei Tu's pupils contracted slightly.

They discovered it was an old woman, with a tattered headscarf on her head, and her wrinkled face was completely devoid of color! She looked like a dried-up corpse.

Wei Tu looked at it for a while before confirming that it was indeed a living person.

However, his vital energy was extremely weak, as if he were about to die at any moment.

The old woman looked at herself with an unusual fervor in her eyes.

She opened her mouth.

It seemed he wanted to say something to Wei Tu.

then……

"crunch..."

It sounded like some kind of machine running, and then Wei Tu noticed that the old woman's mouth movement stopped abruptly, and a look of great fear appeared on her face.

Wei Tu sensed an unusual aura. He turned his head and found that all the pedestrians in all directions had suddenly changed their posture.

He stared blankly at himself.

They are looking at themselves from every direction.

It was like an ancient stone formation, with all these people like statues, turning around or turning their heads in strange postures, their eyes empty, exuding an extremely eerie and sinister aura.

Their faces were all pale.

It was as if time and space had stood still; they were like puppets that had flesh and blood but no soul.

Wei Tu took a deep breath.

"Grandma, is there something you need?"

The old woman showed no reaction whatsoever; she simply turned around and walked away blankly.

Then the pedestrians on the street continued walking aimlessly and lifelessly.

Wei Tu walked back to the inn through the street.

Inside the inn, everything was the same. The chubby innkeeper was still fiddling with his abacus, but this time he didn't look up at me. He wasn't standing behind the counter; he was sitting inside.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Wei Tu glanced at her room, which seemed exactly the same as when she left... Hmm?

Wei Tu closed the door, walked to the table, and then lifted the seemingly ordinary tablecloth. The tablecloth showed signs of being moved, which were very subtle and hard to notice, but the folded corner revealed a flaw.

Wei Tu opened the door a little and was surprised to find a line of words carved on the table.

"Either run away, or come to the White Gate Tower tonight."

The concise statement made Wei Tu frown.

"If I'm not mistaken, when we entered the inn, the fat innkeeper's mention of the superior room was a subtle hint that I should leave... He wanted me to leave, haha..."

But Wei Tu did not leave. He opened the window and looked at the sky, which was gradually darkening.

The sky over Jiuyang City darkened faster than I had imagined; it seemed as if night had arrived in less than an hour.

There was a moon in the sky, bright yet so pale.

Then Wei Tu noticed that suddenly, thousands of lights were lit up outside the door.

The boy picked up his sword and took the Qiankun bag containing many things with him.

Then he calmly pushed open the door.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard the sound of chopsticks hitting a plate coming from below.

He walked to the top of the stairs and looked into the inn's living room.

But then I was surprised to see a huge crowd of people.

There were men and women, and they almost filled the entire inn, then ate like madmen, seemingly oblivious to everything else except the food on the table.

Wei Tu passed by them, his sword in hand.

They didn't react to Wei Tu's actions until he opened the inn door.

"..."

Suddenly, all the sounds stopped. The boy turned around and saw everyone—yes, everyone, some even with food still in their mouths and chopsticks in their hands—strangely turn their heads and stare at him without moving.

They didn't speak, they just stared at me strangely.

Finally, the chubby shopkeeper behind the counter spoke.

"It's a dark and windy night, please don't wander off."

The handsome young man smiled.

"How can I possibly find a way to survive?"

The chubby shopkeeper didn't speak, but the waiter called Xiao Li stepped out of the shadows.

The man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks looked at Wei Tu with a strange, cold smile.

"No! No!! Hahahaha, no!"

Wei Tu ignored the waiter and pushed open the door.

"Jingle bells!"

So the sounds of clinking glasses and munching on food gradually began to rise.

Wei Tu stepped out of the inn and looked back. The people were still eating, seemingly no longer reacting to him.

Wei Tu knew that perhaps they had already taken it for granted and treated him as a special person before he stepped out of that door. But once he went out, they just assumed that soon, on some night, he would be sitting there like them, eating expressionlessly and soullessly.

The round moon shone on the street, making it appear as if it were paved with white jade.

It seemed like a broad and smooth road.

Wei Tu could only feel an increasingly bone-chilling cold.

He walked step by step along the main road, and then at the end of the road, which was the center of Jiuyang City.

In front of the white gate tower.

At first glance, there was a large, dark crowd, and Wei Tu could even see an old woman wearing a tattered handkerchief among them.

They all knelt on the ground, facing the White Gate Tower.

They kept kowtowing.

He was muttering something, but Wei Tu couldn't understand a single word he was saying, not because he couldn't understand.

Rather, these words seem to exist only vaguely and cannot be transformed into effective discourse at all.

Whom are they speaking to, and to whom are they kneeling?

Is it just this white gate tower?

Wei Tu looked over.

Until a figure finally emerged from the tightly closed white gatehouse.

The figure wore a snow-white robe and had a handsome face, but his skin was too pale. He held a folding fan in his hand and waved it slightly.

Then a few people gradually appeared inside.

Surprisingly, it was soldiers armed with weapons. They worked together to move a chair out, and there was a person on the chair.

a woman.

No... it should be a young girl.

This girl was completely different from the others; the color in her face was remarkably vibrant.

However, she seemed to be controlled in the chair and unable to get off.

Wei Tu also saw through the girl's true colors.

Her hair was incredibly long, almost reaching her waist – truly waist-length hair.

Her face was so exquisite. Although her expression was indifferent, the slightly delicate charm she exuded when she frowned was almost comparable to that of Luo Beihuang.

This was absolutely the most moving woman Wei Tu had ever seen in the human world.

But who is she? And why is she sitting there?

To put it in a naive but direct way, it would be... Is she a good person or a bad person?

The handsome young man waved his folding fan.

"Bring it up."

"Yes!"

Soldiers with weapons immediately went down and dragged a sallow-faced, emaciated man back up.

The man kowtowed at the girl's feet.

"To kill, or not to kill?"

"I asked the handsome young man."

The girl frowned, as if even speaking a single word was extremely difficult for her. She finally spoke, and Wei Tu heard her clearly.

"Don't kill..."

What happened next was unexpected for Wei Tu; the man was terrified upon hearing those words.

They even cried and wailed.

"Kill me! Kill me! Just kill me!!"

"Drag down."

Young Master Junqiao said something quite angrily, and the soldiers took the crying man away at the same time.

"Snapped!!"