The brightly lit inn held eleven tables, and, as it happened, eleven guests.
Ren Ye sat near the entrance. His eyes slowly swept the room, and he found that, including himself, there were seven male guests and four female guests in the main hall.
That settled it. All eleven players in the Qingliang Prefecture Star Gate should have arrived.
And judging by what Scarface had said earlier, he originally hadn't intended to stay at the inn. He had chosen to head up the mountain alone, only to encounter a crowd of headless people before he even found the tomb entrance...
In other words, every player had to stay at the inn tonight. They couldn't act alone.
Clang, clatter...!
As Ren Ye pondered this, a noise came from outside the inn. Little Dwarf, who stood less than 1.3 meters tall, walked in first with a large pot balanced on his head.
Behind him, the boy and girl came in carrying enormous steamer baskets and some firewood.
Ren Ye looked toward the sound. When his eyes fell on the boy and girl with their bright red cheeks, he inexplicably felt a chill at the back of his neck.
In the lamplight, the colors of their clothes were far too vivid, and their little faces were deathly pale beneath those bright red cheeks... No matter how he looked at them, they resembled the Boy and Girl Attendants burned as offerings to the dead. In short, they didn't look like normal people.
The three crossed the inn's front hall and entered the kitchen, separated from it by only a curtain. Before long, clattering sounds rang out. They seemed to have begun lighting the fire and cooking.
In the front hall, all eleven people remained in their seats. No one spoke first. Everyone was cautious.