220, he is already a dead man.

"Cough cough, young people are always in such a hurry, insisting on tormenting this old body of mine..."

Inside the Drunken Moon Inn, this sudden human voice was like a thunderclap, instantly piercing through the closed fortress.

And with it, the old eunuch burst through the roof tiles, descending from the sky.

The invisible barrier that enveloped the entire Drunken Moon Inn also shattered with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

The large black umbrella in the maid Qing Niao's hand, spinning as if influenced by a formless force, vibrated mysteriously as if its thick, oil-greased surface was touched.

The blood handprints on its surface swiftly faded.

A visage of blood-red skulls slightly protruded, appearing eager to break free from the umbrella's grim face showing a momentary look of terror.

Screaming, they vied to hide inside the black umbrella.

The advancing Thousand Faces God suddenly felt an indescribable great fear rising in his heart.