The vendor let out an odd laugh, "Whether there's a well or not, you'd know once you go in."
"Thanks for the tip." I sensed the deep meaning in his words, thanked him, and then turned towards the Corpse-Driving Inn.
Apart from the vendor's guidance, Patchwork Man also confessed that Xiao Li had been taken to a place full of zombies.
Behind me, the vendor asked with a sinister laugh, "You bought the sweet soup, aren't you going to take a sip? Don't let it go to waste."
"No need, keep it for yourself." I tightened my grip on the oil-paper umbrella, certain that the vendor wasn't a demon, but I still couldn't help feeling scared of him.
It felt as though he, although living, carried an eerie chill of decay, more terrifying than the dead.
"Gulp gulp…"
Suddenly, I heard the vendor gulping the soup loudly from behind me.
He really was drinking the soup!!
Wasn't it supposed to be for the water demon?
