The blood-moon-shrouded town operated under a strange, oppressive set of rules. Daoist arts and martial skills were rendered useless here, reducing everyone to mere ordinary humans.0

With danger lurking everywhere and eerie phenomena at every corner, most people in such a situation would never take risks, much less attempt a rescue. Self-preservation would be the only rational choice.0

And this inn was clearly far more dangerous than the funeral goods shop. That hulking butcher ghost was vicious and brutal, wielding a bone-cleaver that was both fast and heavy, which was already difficult enough to deal with. The second floor would surely harbor even more terrifying things.0

Going up there to save someone, and someone he had only met once, was an extremely...0