Night falls, with few people left on the streets of Small Spring Town.
Especially after several beggars froze to death in winter, the number of people active on the streets at night dwindled even more.
Only a braised food stall and a tavern kept their lights burning.
Previously, there was a storyteller who would tell tales at night, providing a semblance of liveliness, but since the storyteller started getting argued with and even beaten, the nights fell silent of stories.
Thus, in this desolate night, Duan Yun and his two companions were searching for someone.
On the road, a beggar was shivering with his neck shrunk in.
Suddenly, a piece of silver dropped in front of him, lighting up his eyes.
"Have you seen two rather beautiful women?" Duan Yun asked.
Seeing how young Duan Yun was, the beggar couldn't help but say, "Big brother, are you looking to visit a brothel?"
"There's more than just two beautiful women!"
Duan Yun: "..."
"Call your leader over here!"
