In the inn's courtyard, the guards of Chu Chen's trading convoy were patrolling outside the inn to prevent any issues with the goods that were already wrapped in oilcloth in the horse carriages.
At this moment, a startling thunderclap resounded, and the heavens and earth suddenly brightened.
Liang Sheng's eyes seemed to penetrate the vast night, watching a group of people in raincoats galloping towards them from the distance.
Their purpose was clear, heading straight for the small town inn, and among the trading convoy, the guards were still patrolling and switching shifts, not daring to be careless, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier.
The torrential rain had arrived, and it was a night for murder.
...
Chu Chen was originally in a deep sleep, not knowing what nightmares he had, suddenly his eyes snapped open, gasping for air.
After waking up, he thought of the talisman paper given by Liang Sheng and the other's words, shaking his head involuntarily.
