Chapter 218: Yanan Town (4600+ words)

A moment later.

At a small table in the bar, Aaron looked at the "Haggis" in front of him, feeling somewhat reluctant to take a bite.

This local specialty was a dark dish made primarily of minced sheep heart, liver, and other offal, all stuffed into a sheep stomach and cooked with vegetables.

As for the taste?

It was truly hard to describe.

"Is this bartender taking revenge on me for only drinking lemon water at the bar?"

Aaron complained inwardly, put down his knife and fork, and only ate a little of the mashed potatoes and vegetable salad served on the side.

The "infant" inside the swaddling clothes had dark, greenish-black skin, a head like a skinny monkey, ears like a bat, a nose like a pig, and eyes that were pitch black, filled with intense malice.

After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped, grabbed a drunken local nearby, and with a slight movement of his fingers, flicked a silver 1 Shilling coin over: "Are there any horror legends or folk taboos about today in this town?"

Inside the swaddling clothes was...

The darkness was thick, with only the faint light of a Horse Lantern illuminating the surroundings.

The dense fog eroded the light, constantly compressing the illumination range of the Horse Lantern and swallowing the light...

His nose twitched, and he caught a faint scent of blood.

Bruce lay to one side, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Also, at the end of the year when the old gives way to the new, don't go wandering around too late, or you'll get lost."

"Waaah!!" The infant's crying became even more shrill.

He half-carried the other man and found the bartender: "Is there an inn nearby?"

Ever since entering the bar, as time passed, his 【Danger Intuition】 had become increasingly intense.

The drunkard hiccuped, yet his hand nimbly tucked the Shilling away, and he thought carefully: "Don't enter the forest while singing, otherwise you will meet the forest fairy, and she will eat you..."

Bang!

A Radiant Bullet directly blew up the opponent's head; the greenish-black infant head exploded and fell into the darkness.

"Also, don't point your shoe tips toward the head of the bed at night, it's easy to have a Nightmare... The rest, I don't know... *hic*..."

"Hmm... a very unique flavor."

"Bruce's alcohol tolerance doesn't seem to be this poor... Is there a problem here?"

Aaron complained, looked around, and discovered that there was indeed no one left outside. He grabbed the back of Bruce's collar with one hand and easily lifted him up.

Aaron tossed over another Shilling and walked out of the bar with Bruce.

A tiny sound reached Aaron's ears, as if something was gathering from all directions.

Even the surrounding fog was being gnawed away by black beetles.

"Sir... it's so good to see you, I think I'm lost."

At this moment, the Night Curtain had already descended, and a Moon with a purple halo hung high in the sky.

"Waaah!"

"Unless... the danger is specifically targeting Extraordinaries? Because Extraordinaries have higher spirituality and are more likely to see the truth of the world? Then... rashly opening Spirit Vision in Yanan Town is probably a suicidal act."

He carried Bruce in one hand and the Horse Lantern in the other, walking toward the outskirts of the town, in the direction of the train station.

The male attendant fell to the ground, kicking his legs wildly and retreating rapidly.

"Thank you."

This was the most powerful attacking insect in "Roberts' Magical Insect Box," which Aaron had named the "Demon Insect"!

They could even gnaw on Spirit Bodies and invisible things!

He frowned, released the Zoulun, and pulled a black box from his bosom: "However, the level is not very high, thank goodness..."

The fabric of the swaddling clothes was furry, like some kind of animal hide, and the hair on it was still constantly wriggling.

"Let's go back to the train first."

Aaron approached a few steps and discovered that the person was a male attendant he had seen once on the train.

It opened its toothless mouth and let out a howl like the scream of a vengeful spirit.

The next moment, it saw Bruce being carried by Aaron, its face twisted to the limit, and it let out a shrill, cracking scream: "Monster..."

The bartender blinked: "There is another one on the left, an inn run by Lao Made; his wife and daughter are also very beautiful..."

"Light!"

A burst of ear-piercing crying suddenly came from the swaddling clothes.

The soft light became much stronger, and the visibility of the surroundings improved significantly.

Aaron recognized that those were the clothes of the male attendant from before!

"Spirit World Creature?"

"Hmm?"

The illumination range of the Horse Lantern shrank once again, and a figure faintly emerged ahead.

Otherwise, Aaron would definitely have had to pretend not to know this guy and let him be thrown into a pigsty while drunk.

Aaron thanked him and was about to help Bruce walk out of the bar.

Aaron uttered a word in Spirit World Language, and the palm holding the swaddling clothes was suddenly covered in a layer of pure white, illusory flames.

Buzz buzz!

"You can stay on the second floor of our bar, and we can also call a few passionate local ladies for you!"

Another local nearby added.

After opening "Roberts' Magical Insect Box," one pitch-black beetle after another flew out of the box and pounced in all directions.

After eating and drinking his fill, Aaron saw that Bruce was already a bit tipsy.

"Ah!"

Buzz!

"But no matter how I observe, this bartender and the rest of the customers are all ordinary people..."

The sound of crying came from all directions; in the mist, one could vaguely see many young monsters with half their heads blown off, some still holding tattered, blood-stained clothes in their mouths.

"Wuu... Aaron... let's keep drinking! Wuu wuu... I miss Teacher so much!"

Fortunately, he still maintained a shred of sanity and did not shout anything like he would pay for everyone's drinks.

Although the townspeople spoke of the taboo against wandering around at night, Aaron trusted his Danger Intuition more!

"Staying in the small town seems even more dangerous? No, if there were danger... then how come so many ordinary people haven't all died yet?"

This flame burned fiercely, scorching the illusory, cyan-black infant.

"Thank you."

"Hiccup..."

Aaron released his palm, retreated a distance, then a Zoulun appeared directly in his right hand, aimed at the infant's head, and he pulled the trigger.

Bruce had a good appetite, eating more than half of the Haggis and gulping down more than half a cup of Golden Honey Wine, then he raised his glass and said, "Happy New Year!"

Aaron suddenly raised his hand, only to discover that the palm he had originally been using to grab Bruce was now, at some unknown time, holding a strange swaddle.

Countless black beetles formed a dark cloud; they crawled onto the bodies of those young monsters and began to gnaw rapidly.

"You've got to be kidding? Drunk after one cup of honey wine? Who gave you the courage to come to a bar with that kind of tolerance?"

"Waa!"

"Waa!"

The male attendant had soft facial features and a high, straight nose; seeing Aaron, he couldn't help but happily approach: "My Lamp has gone out, could you lend me some Light?"

A moment later, Aaron let the swarms of insect clouds return into the pitch-black box, then carried the Horse Lantern and walked forward a few steps.

The silhouette of the small town's train station suddenly appeared before his eyes.

(End of chapter)