Yin Zhu quickly walked in the direction in which the inn was ignoring the heated gaze of the young man who had tried to take her with him, with her quick steps it looked like her feet were on fire and the floor on which she was walking was lava.
The men and the women who were heading towards the inn were dressed in the same fashion as the woman in red, their clothes were extravagant but the designs of the clothes were flimsy and vulgar. The accessories that the men and women held were both dangerous and perverse, some of them even held whips that had barbed thorns sticking out of the thick whip and from what Yin Zhu could see those whips were cleaned like a century ago with flesh and blood sticking to the tips.
