The bearded merchant glanced at Si Lang and saw the blood clots on his wound spreading out, as black and foul-smelling as ink, which startled him, "The curse is setting in! Run for it!"
The bearded merchant then hurried out with his men, only to be shot back by a volley of arrows as soon as they reached the entrance!
It turned out that the official soldiers had run out and surrounded the inn!
"How preposterous!" The bearded merchant, who barely missed slipping out several times, couldn't take it anymore. He ripped off his beard, pulled out a short sword less than three feet long from under his long robe, and bellowed, "You treacherous dogs! Planning to feed us all to the curse, are you!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" The eunuch laughed shrilly from outside, "A cursed corpse out of thin air is an effortless contribution bestowed upon us! Thanks to all of you for your assistance!"
