The moment the words "Fu'an Inn" were spoken, even the temperature around them seemed to drop. While everyone was still stunned, the woman grabbed her child and hurried away.
Tang Qisheng came to his senses and instinctively started after her, but Zhang Qizheng reached out to stop him and said quietly, "Don't chase her. We don't want to draw attention."
Hearing the warning in Zhang Qizheng's tone, Tang Qisheng looked around. He suddenly noticed that the pedestrians who had been hurrying along had all stopped, staring at him with tense expressions.
As soon as they realized he'd noticed them, the pedestrians quickened their pace and practically fled.
"Why are they so afraid of us?" The Fatty blinked, growing even more confused. They'd only just arrived in this world. Why did everyone act as though they were evil spirits?
Jiang Cheng looked around. Although many of the shops were open, there wasn't a soul inside—not a shopkeeper, nor a customer. As he walked, he observed his surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on a street stall.
These little stalls were temporary setups. Almost everything the vendors owned was piled onto a small flatbed cart that could be pushed along. Passersby in a hurry would occasionally stop to buy a few sesame flatbreads as quickly as possible, stuff them into their bags, and continue on their way.
There weren't many stalls like this on the street, but they all did decent business. As Jiang Cheng and the others approached one, the four people waiting nearby scattered as if they'd seen a ghost. Three of them left immediately and continued on their way. The last man had probably already paid and didn't want to leave without his flatbread. He stood far away, watching them, apparently waiting for them to leave before coming back.
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