Sending You Into a Coffin

After Zhang Sanxian finished speaking, the bearded man's companion helped the pain-wracked, convulsing man to his feet, and the two scrambled and crawled away in haste.

Some of the more timid patrons also staggered out of the inn as soon as the bearded man's group had left.

Those who remained did not even dare breathe loudly. They looked at Zhang Sanxian as though he were a vicious ghost.

For a time, every conversation in the hall vanished abruptly, leaving behind utter silence.

Only Xiao Fangzheng's faint breathing and the sound of Zhang Sanxian gently patting the swaddling cloth remained.

The innkeeper soon brought over steamed buns, braised meat, and warm goat's milk with trembling hands, placing them before Zhang Sanxian.

After offering his thanks, Zhang Sanxian began feeding Xiao Fangzheng the goat's milk.

At that moment, his movements were focused yet somewhat clumsy. Compared to the ruthless fierceness he had displayed earlier, he seemed like an entirely different person.

Meanwhile, Zhang Sanxian's mind's eye spread like an invisible web over the inside and outside of the inn, catching every movement within a hundred zhang—inside the kitchen, the waiter who had just served Zhang Sanxian said to the fat cook, still shaken, "That was fucking terrifying! The blind man just flicked his finger, and Li Tieshuan's hand was severed and dropped to the floor. Like slicing tofu."

Hearing this, the fat cook immediately said in alarm, "By what you're saying, th-that blind man must be a Baleful Intent who kills without even blinking!"

"Yeah," the waiter nodded vigorously. "That child on his back is wrapped up tight. There must be something off about it too. Maybe he snatched it from somewhere. Perhaps when night comes—"

He glanced through the kitchen curtain at Zhang Sanxian, who was still feeding the infant in