Lin Rui Goes Downstairs

The old man's story came to an end.

The man in the red mask shook his head and said with a hint of ridicule, "People chase after profit without knowing the risks involved. They know this place is dangerous, yet they insist on coming up anyway, refusing to believe in anything supernatural."

"Everyone thinks they are the Child of destiny, that they can stand out from the rest."

"In truth, where is there any such thing as luck in this world? When most people encounter danger, they deserve to die. Miracles do exist, but the odds of one happening to you are enough to win the lottery ten times."

"What an idiot."

Clearly.

The masked man held the peddler in the story in deep contempt.

Everyone who lived amid the supernatural knew that when something felt wrong, they had to leave immediately.

Even a novice would stay away from the riverbed when faced with a similar situation, or even leave the area altogether.

If someone living in the Peaceful Era lacked such awareness, that might still be understandable.

But this peddler had lived in the Old era.

In such a turbulent period, with the land in upheaval, anyone who wanted to survive had to carefully observe every omen that appeared and immediately stay away.

However.

When he heard the man's comment, the old man's stiff body suddenly relaxed a little.

It was as if some heavy burden had been lifted.

By contrast, the second storyteller, the burly man, had muscles that tensed slightly.

Zhu Zhongwen noticed all these subtle changes, and several ideas immediately formed in his mind.

"Those wearing cloaks and red masks are most likely living people. And they can't be from too long ago, or they wouldn't have mentioned winning the lottery."

"Their comments are important. Even