Gurgle.
The Shopkeeper swallowed his saliva.
He looked up.
Sunlight poured in through the broken gate, casting the young man's face in backlight so that his expression was indiscernible.
Behind the youth, a crowd had gathered at the door, whispering and pointing.
"What's going on?"
"Looks like someone's causing trouble."
"Even the Zhazen Workshop is being trashed? Don't they have support?"
"Who knows, I heard shouts about the Foolish Underworld handling a case, probably their people."
"Oh... Then that's normal, these crazies, anything they do is normal."
Yes, these crazies, anything they do is normal!
The Shopkeeper's face twitched; he was distressed but couldn't voice his troubles.
Among all the powers in Tianyuan Town, only those from the Foolish Underworld were the craziest!
When you suspect the presence of a demon, only life-and-death reveals the truth!
The Shopkeeper didn't want to die.
So he didn't dare to move.
