Jiang Shouzhong returned to his room, and Mengniang appeared like a ghost from nowhere.
She moved straight to the window, gently pushed it open, revealing a thin crack, and her long, sultry eyes fixedly stared at the gloomy sky outside, as if in deep thought.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked curiously.
Mengniang's brows were tightly furrowed as she said indifferently, "Something's not right, there's the aura of a formation."
"A formation?" Jiang Shouzhong exclaimed in shock.
Mengniang pondered for a moment, weighing in her heart, then whispered, "I'll go check the situation. If things are tricky, we'll leave this place ahead of time."
With those words, her figure faded like light smoke within the room, leaving only the slightly swaying door and the increasingly bleak sky outside, hinting at the brewing storm.
A shadow unconsciously formed over Jiang Shouzhong's heart.
A formation?
Could it indeed be to capture the demon hiding within the inn?
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