South City, Caotou Street.
Late night, the street was already devoid of human shadows.
Although this place is a mixed residence area for all sorts of people, at this hour, every house is shut, except for Wild Donkey Alley.
In the empty street, the sound of a wooden drumstick hitting something faintly echoed.
Uncle Xu carried a lantern, slowly walking from a distance.
On the streets late at night walks the Night Wandering God, warding off evil spirits for humans, while every household is locked up tight to protect them from the mysterious realm.
Uncle Xu murmured something similar to lines from a play in his mouth.
"Leader, there's a human up ahead, perfect for a midnight snack."
From a distance, the bald kid locked his greedy gaze on Uncle Xu.
As a little monster, his status in the Nielong River was very low, and he rarely had the chance to enjoy fresh food, especially as a subordinate of the Garlic Vanguard who suffered even more than most demons could stand.