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Not only was he terrified, but Xiao also sat paralyzed in the corner, completely bewildered by how the chaos had erupted so suddenly. If he hadn't just been in the kitchen, he might have been killed on the spot, and he still hadn't fully processed what had happened.
"Get moving!" the Innkeeper shouted as he kicked him hard. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and find someone to help clean this place up!" The Innkeeper vented all his fear onto Xiao.
Xiao scrambled to his feet. "I’m going right now!" He carefully stepped around the bodies and bloodstains until he reached Qin Feng, bowing and scraping. "I’ll have it cleaned up in no time."
The reason Qin Feng hadn't killed the Innkeeper was that they still needed a place to stay; once everyone was dead, there would be no one left to serve them.
"Then hurry up," Qin Feng replied with a nod.
Hearing this, the Innkeeper sighed in relief, nodding repeatedly. "Yes, yes!"
It had to be said that those tasked with cleaning up the bodies were quite professional. A few people emerged from the kitchen, and under the Innkeeper's direction, the inn quickly transformed into a clean and tidy space.
With a wave of his hand, a gust of Qing Feng swept through, blowing away the stench of blood.
The Innkeeper's pupils constricted at this sight; a thought suddenly crossed his mind: could this man not be human, but rather a demon? His face paled as he realized that this was perhaps the only explanation for why those people had gone mad.
Now filled with even more dread, he could only hope that the demons wouldn't kill him. He glanced at Zhu Fang and their eyes also filled with fear. That girl must be a demon too; otherwise, how could she have kicked that big man to death so easily? What about the other two who were with her? Were they not demons as well?
His legs trembled uncontrollably. Four demons had just appeared—was this meant to destroy Guobei County?
Self-inflicted panic was indeed deadly. Qin Feng shot a surprised glance at the Innkeeper, wondering why his face was growing paler. Was he really that frightening?
Soon, food arrived, with the Innkeeper personally supervising in the kitchen, afraid of displeasing Qin Feng and his companions. The dishes turned out quite well; Qin Feng looked at them without picking up his chopsticks and smiled. "What’s wrong? Aren’t you hungry? Eat up."
Zhu Fang shot Qin Feng a strange look. After witnessing such a bloody scene, how could anyone still have an appetite?
However, Zhu Ling seemed genuinely hungry; she was the first to pick up her chopsticks. After all, she was just a child—how could she resist food?
Qin Wan'er reluctantly took a few bites. After all, she had just killed someone with her own hands; how could she focus on eating?
Zhu Fang shook his head and picked up his chopsticks; not eating felt uncomfortable for him. The inn was quiet, with only the two of them dining.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the staircase. Zhu Fang and the others instinctively looked up, their faces showing signs of vigilance. They wondered if trouble was coming their way again.
As two figures descended the stairs, they froze momentarily. The Little Maid instinctively shrank back a bit. The Young Master forced a smile; she didn’t want to come down either, but she had run all the way here without eating and was on the verge of starving.
Gathering her courage, she peeked out and was pleasantly surprised to find that the intimidating figures had vanished, leaving only the table with books still there. Only then did she make her way downstairs, announcing that she was coming down to eat.
Zhu Fang paused, turning back to look at them again. Their attire didn’t seem to suggest they were troublemakers. Qin Feng smiled at them, then turned his attention elsewhere.
The Young Master was momentarily taken aback by his smile, feeling puzzled about why he was smiling at her.
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