In an instant.
Lynn abruptly rushed back into the shop, gritting his teeth as he quickly pulled the shop door shut.
His gaze flickered, the Soul Lamp he clutched in his hand shaking wildly and frantically, almost on the verge of extinguishing completely.
Finished.
He couldn't escape.
He hadn't expected the crisis to arrive so quickly.
Moreover, the system's warning had been exceptionally clear: this crisis was targeted directly at him.
Or rather, it was targeted at the Bloodsaw Apothecary!
"Since there's no running away, I can only save myself!"
Lynn gritted his teeth.
Without another word, he sprinted into the back courtyard and slammed the heavy door shut.
Boom-
A loud explosion rang out.
The door of the Potion Shop was blasted wide open, and billowing bloody mist rushed in, devoid of the Soul Lamp's protection.
A massive shadow cast a long reflection across the floor of the main hall.
Following right behind it came wave after wave of nauseating, bloody stench, resembling a rotting corpse that had soaked in water for many days as it slowly shuffled across the ground!
Thud-
Thud-
One heavy footstep after another echoed out.
Inside the Operating Room in the back courtyard, Lynn leaned against the wall, holding the Boning Knife in one hand and grasping the Revolver in the other, pressing tightly against the wall with a grave and furrowed brow.
The Soul Lamp had already gone out.
That meant night had fallen.
Now, there was nothing left to protect him.
Clatter, clatter-
From the direction of the main hall came the crisp shattering sound of potion bottles hitting the floor, one after another, ringing out sharply in succession.
Lynn closed his eyes, gritting his teeth hard as the veins on his temples throbbed frantically.
[100 Skeleton Coins!]
Clatter-
[500 Skeleton