Thirty-eight. Covert surveillance

The mysterious man took the oil lamp, turned without a word, and stepped onto the wooden stairs beside him, disappearing around the corner as the light halo of the oil lamp and the sound of footsteps gradually receded.

"A strange foreigner, right?"

The old woman withdrew her gaze and said to Lu Li.

"Why shouldn't we look outside?" Lu Li asked as he looked at her.

"That is what a normal tourist would do," the old woman said with a satisfied smile. "But it is already very late."

Most people would probably walk away disappointed. Fortunately, Lu Li had received many similar baptisms at Hades's place and knew exactly what the old woman wanted.

"It's alright, I haven't had dinner yet and I'm not planning to rest just now. You can prepare a meal and we'll talk over it."

The old woman's smile became genuine, "We will come up to notify you after we have prepared the meal."

"Alright."

Lu Li picked up the oil lamp on the bar and turned toward the upstairs.