The adventurers reacted quickly.
Even though most of them had already sunk deep into dreams steeped in the scent of liquor.
When Xia Nan charged out of his room with the Halfling, countless sounds of clothes rustling and metal clashing rang out from the rooms on both sides of the corridor.
The sword hilt in his hand grew hotter and hotter, dragging his heartbeat faster with it.
The inexplicable urgency surging in his heart made Xia Nan's attention become incomparably focused in that instant.
His gaze swept over the empty corridor, catching the hidden traces within it;
The Wooden Sword flicked lightly in front of him as he carefully sensed the changes in the hilt's temperature.
Then it suddenly caught.
His gaze stopped on a door in the southern middle of the corridor, one that was deathly still amid the commotion.
"Is this Jeff's room?"
He clearly remembered that last night, like him, the man had basically not drunk much, and when they parted, there had been no sign of drunkenness on his face at all.
And with the qualities the man had displayed on the road over the past two days, faced with his warning, he absolutely could not have been as careless as this.
Something was wrong!
The thought lasted only an instant; his legs had already moved the moment his gaze stopped.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Bang!
Wood splinters flew!
Under the impact of that powerful force, the door was kicked open with a crash!
The night was deep, and the only light in the entire room came from the oil lamp by the bed, its flame weak.
But it was precisely because of that that Xia Nan saw, on the bed, the bloodless, agonized face of Jeff, the caravan captain.
As if trapped in a nightmare,