The mournful voice wrapped around Long Yan like a vast net, interwoven with a complex ancient melody, sounding like a woman's weeping. Long Yan seemed to have heard this song somewhere before, but today, in this eerie environment, it added a touch of fear.
How could there be a woman among the black-clothed men?
Long Yan's body trembled slightly, realizing perhaps he had misunderstood from the start. Who said that only Zhao Wuhun could kill in this inn?
No wonder the two screams had completely different origins. The killer in the kitchen wasn't Zhao Wuhun, but the landlady — the ghost demon that Rat 2 had mentioned before.
Long Yan took two steps back, turning around to escape this narrow space. After all, Zhao Wuhun was still outside searching for the black-clothed men, and if he found them all, it would be even harder for Long Yan to deal with him alone.
Yet the person behind him seemed uninterested in stopping Long Yan, instead letting out a sly, eerie laugh.
