Seeing light filtering out, the two women steadied their panicked emotions.
"Xia Xueyan, let's go check out the inn ahead," Xi Yuerong said cautiously. Then she whispered, "Xia Xueyan, I find this small town very strange. If Senior Brother Mo has any foul intentions, we must argue on the basis of reason. We can't just yield weakly and let him bully us."
"Mhm," Xia Xueyan nodded firmly.
"Mmm... The air seems to be filled with demonic qi... It's too obvious..." Wang Xiaoqiang's Spiritual Spring inside and outside his body stirred, like a cat that had scented blood.
Wang Xiaoqiang looked around and noticed that the doors of every house on both sides of the street were tightly shut, some even adorned with spider webs. Occasionally, a few mice peeked out from beneath the doors, sneaking quick glances, or large and small strange insects lurked about.
The entire small town emitted a lifeless aura, silent as a graveyard.