Fog rose in the middle of the night, and demons ran wild?
Wang Tang's heart clenched when he heard that, and he immediately thought of the strange people he had seen at noon and just now.
"Thank you for your kindness, Boss."
"But we really must leave. This Mr. Wang's wife is still waiting for him at the inn to hand over his salary. If he gets back too late, someone could end up dead."
Ma Kui pointed cheerfully at the utterly confused Wang Tang, while quietly pushing the door with his left hand.
Creak—!
Amid the ear-piercing sound, the door opened a crack.
A cold, damp wind mixed with grit immediately poured in, making the three people standing by the door narrow their eyes.
But Ma Kui's expression visibly relaxed.
It can be pushed open!
"In Beihu Town, rising fog at night is dangerous. It's best not to go out, not to open the door, and absolutely not to answer any knocking. Staying in the shop for the night is the wise choice."
The aged voice rang out again.
Only then did Wang Tang notice an old man standing among the crowd. He wore a black mandarin jacket and a small round cap.
He was the owner of this restaurant. Supposedly, his family had been residents of Beihu Town for three generations.
"Hehe, there's no need."
"Weren't there plenty of people who left just now? Nothing seemed to happen to them."
"Mr. Wang's wife is a shrew. Every night, she insists he come home as soon as it gets dark. Otherwise, she punishes him by making him kneel on a washboard... You know how it is. A man has to preserve his dignity."
Ma Kui was still smiling cheerfully.
But his hand pushed the door open without the slightest