The time between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. arrived, leaving only Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou as guests in the entire guesthouse.
The waiter came down from the third floor with an axe in his hand. Blood was dripping from the axe, still not coagulated, and anyone's guess whose blood it was.
A smirk danced at the corners of his mouth. Despite unknowingly entering Buyi Town and being forced to abide by its rules, he saw this as an opportunity— an opportunity to let his true nature run wild.
He had lost track of how long he had been in Buyi Town or head count of people he had murdered.
The luck of these two was indeed remarkable. The town was riddled with traps, yet they hadn't fallen into any and were still alive. No previous groups of guests had enjoyed a similar good fortune. Being strangers to the town, unfamiliar with the roads and reluctant to abide by the rules, they were quickly wiped out.