An unharmed Fan Wu returned to the inn.
The shop assistant in the inn was already hiding under a table, shivering with fright and daring not to come out.
The air was filled with a foul odor.
He had been scared into wetting himself again.
The innkeeper who had fainted earlier had not yet woken up and was still lying on the ground like a corpse.
Perhaps he was the lucky one, at least he hadn't witnessed the myriad of evil spirits just now.
He wouldn't have any psychological shadows lingering in his mind.
The Destiny Coffin, the cause of all these troubles, lay quietly within the inn, seemingly obedient and motionless.
Fan Wu wasn't particularly interested in it; after a glance, he stopped paying attention to it.
He returned to his own guest room.
Planning to have a good rest.
Physically, he wasn't tired.
But mentally exhausted!
Although his swindler master was alive, he hadn't learned any real skills, but at least he didn't encounter any demons or devils.
