"Ah!" Xue Song and the waiter exploded in pain. They opened their eyes in pain and met Shen Yaowei's smiling eyes.
Xue Song subconsciously struggled for a moment, but his body was tied up. He glared angrily at Shen Yaowei. "Damn girl, how dare you treat us like this? Do you know that we're from the demon race? Not to mention anything else, there are still my people in this inn. You're clearly courting death by being so impudent!"
"Are you talking about those people?" Shen Yaowei heard familiar footsteps and looked up as she spoke.
Following Shen Yaowei's gaze, Xue Song saw Cang Ye in black arrive like a ghost. Behind him was a string of tied-up inn staff.
Most of these shopkeepers were demons. Without exception, their mouths were covered. They looked at Xue Song with swollen faces, their eyes flashing with a pleading light.
Xue Song's face turned pale with fear. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.
