He furrowed his sword-like brows tightly, a constant unsettling premonition lingering in his heart.
"Is anyone there?"
You Su knocked on the door, trying to make his voice sound as amiable as possible.
"Who is it?!"
The man inside impatiently opened the door. His appearance was the quintessential image of a robust and rugged man from Beiao Continent.
"Who are you?!" Seeing the oddly dressed person outside the door, the man's tone became more hostile.
You Su quietly observed the scene inside the courtyard through the opened door, finally finding the source of the bloody smell—it was a slaughtered sheep.
The sheep was hung under a horizontal wooden stick, a vivid cut on its neck, with fresh sheep blood flowing into the basin below its head.
"Oh, slaughtering sheep, brother..." You Su accompanied with a smile.
The man seemed to realize something and replied impatiently:
