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The food in the small tavern, I must say, is really strange. The food of the entire Jicheng doesn't suit Wen Xishu's taste.
Wen Xishu can only drink alcohol.
Jicheng is not lively at midnight. After all, this is the time when the strange tales come alive.
It is indeed rare to find shops still daring to do business at this time.
Upon Wen Xishu's arrival, the bartender even recognized Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu was amazed by this person's memory.
But the tavern, along with its patrons, were all ordinary people.
At this time, there were no other customers; Wen Xishu was chatting with the owner of the small tavern.
"You... aren't you afraid of encountering something by staying open at this hour?"
"Afraid, of course, I used to be very afraid, but now I think, if a city does have monsters appearing, aren't the people in this city unhappy?"
The owner's attitude was very indifferent.
Wen Xishu showed a gesture of inquiry.
The owner said:
