With this scream, like the prelude to slaughter, the straw-coated wanderer suddenly rose from the table.
In the main hall, cries of alarm broke out.
"Murder!"
"Who are you, why are you committing this violence?"
"Bang."
"Ah...."
The sound of breaking tables and chairs, crashing into doors and windows, screams resounded, all mixed together.
After a dozen breaths, the entire first-floor hall of the inn was blood-washed, overturned tables and chairs, broken bowls and dishes on the ground, corpses lying on the floor, blood splattered everywhere, a scene of bloodshed and chaos.
The straw-coated wanderer, as the perpetrator, approached the terrified innkeeper in the corner clutching his bleeding ear, pointing the blood-dripping tip of the sword downward at him, his eyes lowered as if looking at a dead man,
"Just now, were there any people known to the Martial Saint General here? Do you know?"
