"Night's darkness bears down with dread; ghosts and gods flee before me!"
Late at night, Zhou Han wore the distinctive uniform of a night watchman and followed his assigned route, making his way between one market district and another.
The Black Tide surged, strange beings multiplied, and the Human Race was squeezed into a mere three weeks' worth of territory.
At night, even with the city's protective formation in place, the occasional strange being could still slip through a flaw and sneak into the city, waiting for a chance to kill. That was why night watchmen existed.
Night watchmen were all martial artists. If anything happened nearby, they could deal with it swiftly, minimizing the danger.
"Brother Rusong, anything going on over there?"
After inspecting two market districts, Zhou Han met up with his partner.
"Nothing!" Fang Rusong shook his head and pointed up at the city's protective formation, speaking with ease.
"With a formation like this guarding us, ordinary strange beings can't get in."
The two waited there for a while, until a new night watchman arrived to relieve them.
"Come on, let's have a drink. My treat!"
They were both veteran night watchmen and knew each other well. Having a few drinks after their shift was part of their daily routine.
"Let me pay. Night watchmen earn well, but you've got a family to support."
"I'm different. One mouth to feed, and no one else to worry about."
Fang Rusong waved a hand and teased him, then suddenly looked puzzled.
"Huh? How did a tavern get here? When did it open?"
He stopped and stared at the brightly lit tavern ahead, his expression baffled.
This street was on his way home, and he knew the area like the back of his hand. He didn't remember a new tavern