Just like the motley crowd in New York City, this seemingly kindhearted innkeeper was no simple man either.
According to Su Haoming's Spiritual Sense investigation, this guy was ostensibly just an innkeeper, but in secret, he also ran a highly profitable side business.
And solitary travelers from afar like Su Haoming were the carefully selected main products of that business!
"You really know how to have fun~"
Su Haoming's smile remained unchanged as his gaze casually swept over the trunk. He then opened the car door and got in.
"Let's get going. I can't wait to relax!"
The innkeeper smiled and agreed on the surface, but he quietly glanced into the rearview mirror. Deep in his eyes flashed a cold sneer and bloodthirsty excitement.
Soon, the car started up.
At first, the innkeeper in the driver's seat chatted idly with Su Haoming, trying to pry information about his family background and relatives from him.
But as they talked, he lost the mood to continue.
Because far too many bizarre things happened during this mere twenty-minute drive.
First, every streetlamp along the entire road seemed to have gone mad, flickering wildly for no apparent reason.
Entire stretches of the road would suddenly plunge into darkness, making it impossible to see anything.
And there were obstacles such as stones and potholes on this road, making it exceptionally dangerous.
After several violent jolts, the innkeeper was badly frightened. He hurriedly turned on every light in the car and continued forward with a pounding heart.
Suddenly, the bright headlights went out. Before the innkeeper's pupils could adjust to the darkness, he was swallowed by a dense, profound blackness.
At the same time, his right leg twitched uncontrollably, and he slammed on the brakes.
Screech—
The black Santana came to an abrupt halt amid an