Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Hal, the former bandit gang leader, obviously knew what the the two groups loitering around the town hall and the resettlement shelter during the day were up to.
There wasn't a need to bother with the town hall, and Hal's only concern was ensuring the safety of the resettlement shelter.
Thus, perching on a rooftop, Hal and his brothers lay in wait, watching the inexperienced city dwellers fumble their way through the night operation.
"Never mind. Let's give them a push." Hal decided to take matters into his own hands and signaled Finley.
Understanding the cue, Finley agilely slipped off the roof and vanished into the night.
Weisshem, even in its former days with a red-light district, never imposed a curfew. After the undead arrived and the red-light district was shut down, this wasn't brought up either. The undead never cared about the time either, and no one had the authority to restrict their nocturnal activities.
At the beginning, locals were too afraid to venture out at night, fearing encounters with the undead. Consequently, Martin Street's pubs and taverns remained closed.
However, as people realized that the undead, despite their intimidating appearance and odd behavior, were harmless, these night time establishments gradually reopened.
Finley sneaked through an alley and entered a tavern on Martin Street, finding it bustling with locals. These establishments, catering to the local populace rather than pleasure-seekers, were starkly different from city pubs. They had no waitresses or servers and only offered cheap corn rum and barley beer, accompanied by simple snacks like fried beans, roasted corn, and lightly fried potato slices.
With the emergence of the undead delicatessen, even snacks in taverns like these were upgraded. Roasted corn and fried potato slices were now served with delicious, spicy sauce, and tofu dishes like fried and grilled tofu were added, given tofu's status as one of the cheapest ingredients in Weisshem.
Among the trio, Finley was the most unobtrusive, but being from the "Ta
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