This dimly lit inn, with a brightly painted depiction of the Four Heavenly Kings in female forms on the wall, naturally drew the attention of the True Martial Taoist and the female Martial Artist.
"Brother Duan Lang, why are all the Four Heavenly Kings women?" the female Martial Artist asked suspiciously.
The True Martial Taoist named Duan Lang was equally puzzled. Since entering the inn, he had felt something was off, but the divinatory signs were uncharacteristically tranquil.
In his usual travels through the Jianghu, encountering haunted markets wasn't unusual. He had seen noodle soup made from human brains—heck, he had even accidentally eaten a bowl once.
Such occurrences would typically show warnings in the divinatory signs, allowing him to narrowly escape danger in the end. But this small inn presented signs of tranquility, accompanied by an indescribable eeriness.
At a time like this, should he trust his intuition or trust the divinatory signs?
