The Trials of Leon Chen in the Mystic Valley Chapter 111

It is still the small town on the outskirts of the capital.

Several monks passed by the restaurant inadvertently. Some found a stall to eat snacks, and some just stood in front of the Buzhuang. The waiter wanted to come out to chase people away, but when he was stared at with an awl-like look, his heart suddenly became cold and he couldn't say anything.

It was July 15th, and there were stalls selling paper money and paper horses everywhere. Bundles of incense candles were bundled up, making the atmosphere in the town even more eerie.

"Where did the evil spirit come from..." the cloth shop clerk muttered, and made a few more bah-bah noises.

It’s an evil day, so I don’t dare to talk nonsense.