The elderly voice sounded as if the throat had swallowed charcoal, the words were unclear. Subsequently, a strange, elongated face emerged from the door behind Gu Lan. His face was probably one and a half times longer than a normal person's, with a towering head wrapped in a black turban.
An Yiqing's body trembled imperceptibly, and Yang Zitong's reaction was even more intense. She loudly exclaimed, "Ah—Who are you?"
At this moment, Gu Lan's impatient voice rang out.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Gu Lan's voice was even louder than the long-faced man who had opened the door, and it even startled him. The long-faced man looked at Gu Lan with a sinister expression and said, "Would you... like to stay at the inn?"
"Stay your a**!"
Gu Lan coldly replied, "I already said to shut up! Is now really the time to discuss staying at an inn? Xu Huanwen, stay away from me!"