The old man's expression was as if he had seen a ghost, his body shaking like a sieve, "You... you stayed here for just one night?"
Xue An gave a faint smile, "Yes!"
The old man's complexion changed, and he gave Xue An a deep look, then took out a bamboo whistle from his chest and blew it forcefully.
The whistle was shrill, spreading in all directions.
In an instant, a crowd surged out from behind the city gate, each person holding sticks and knives, then all gathered together, looking at Xue An with fearful and wary eyes.
Xue An was slightly startled, but when he saw that all these people were dressed in tattered clothes and had pale faces, he couldn't help but sigh softly, then smiled.
"How so? Can't even a passerby be accommodated here?"
The crowd remained silent.
At this moment, a weak and old voice came from within the town.
"Let him in, he's not a Demon Ghost!"
After saying this, a few coughs faintly followed, as if this simple sentence had exhausted the speaker.
