Shen Yi and Little Black were jostled along by those dozen or so vicious bandits until they finally arrived at a crossroads, where a tavern stood.
"Boss Zhu, the goods are here!"
The leader's voice rang out, followed by the sound of a door opening. A rough voice came from within. "Damn it, can't a man get any peace even in the middle of the night? Put the goods in the back kitchen. Your tribute for this month counts as complete."
Then the front door slammed shut with a bang. Shen Yi was lifted again, and before long, his body was thrown heavily to the floor. It seemed they had reached the back kitchen.
The men left amid curses and grumbling, leaving only Shen Yi and Little Black behind. With a slight exertion of strength, the two broke free from their sacks. Looking around, they discovered that this place was nothing short of a living hell. A pile of white bones lay in the corner, bloodstains still faintly visible upon them. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, while strips of flesh and gore hung from the walls. Judging by their appearance, they had all belonged to humans who had only just been slaughtered.
"This is a black market inn that specializes in selling human flesh!"
Shen Yi was beside himself with rage. A streak of golden light shot forth, and the place exploded with a thunderous boom. The tremendous noise finally roused the surrounding area, and shouts erupted as people rushed toward them.
"Which damned bastard dares cause trouble at my Crossroads Slope?!"
Shen Yi recognized the voice as Boss Zhu's. The man came charging over, his fat trembling all over, two boning knives in hand and a vicious expression on his face. More than a