The old man’s expression was as if he had seen a ghost, his body shaking like a sieve, "You... you stayed here for just one night?"
Xue An gave a faint smile, "Yes!"
The old man’s complexion changed, and he gave Xue An a deep look, then took out a bamboo whistle from his chest and blew it forcefully.
The whistle was shrill, spreading in all directions.
In an instant, a crowd surged out from behind the city gate, each person holding sticks and knives, then all gathered together, looking at Xue An with fearful and wary eyes.
Xue An was slightly startled, but when he saw that all these people were dressed in tattered clothes and had pale faces, he couldn’t help but sigh softly, then smiled.
"How so? Can’t even a passerby be accommodated here?"
The crowd remained silent.
At this moment, a weak and old voice came from within the town.
"Let him in, he’s not a Demon Ghost!"
After saying this, a few coughs faintly followed, as if this simple sentence had exhausted the speaker.
The crowd stirred slightly, but the voice clearly carried weight, and everyone’s faces showed a sense of relief, then they parted to both sides, opening up a pathway.
Xue An smiled and then stepped forward into the town.
Passing through the city gate, what caught his eyes were rows of low and dilapidated houses, but unexpectedly, the streets, though not very spacious, were very clean.
At this moment, the whole town was already alerted, and as Xue An walked down the street, many heads popped out from the houses or alleys along the road.
Many people looked at Xue An with curious eyes.
Especially many children were extremely excited, and even one pointed at Xue An, shouting with a childlike voice: "Mom, this brother walks so gracefully!"
Hearing this, Xue An turned his head to see a girl about eight or nine years old staring at him.
Xue An gave her a gentle smile.
The girl was stunned, but before she could react, she was dragged into the house by a woman dressed in tattered clothes, followed by scolding and the child’s crying.
Xue An touched his nose feeling a bit awkward, then continued walking forward.
The town was not large, and walking from one end to the other was only a few hundred meters.
But after making a round, Xue An realized that all businesses in this town were in decline; to say nothing of inns, there wasn’t even a place to eat on the main street.
A vermilion tower stood alone in the center of the town, but it too looked worn and even a bit tilted, as if it might collapse at any moment.
At this moment, the door of the Vermilion Tower was pushed open, and then a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old came out.
This boy, dressed in coarse clothing, was thin and frail, his appearance quite delicate, but there was an indescribable pride in his eyes.
Yet at this moment, his face was covered with a faint layer of worry, then he looked up at Xue An and coldly said, "Foreigner, please come in. My grandfather wants to see you!"
The boy then turned and walked away without any hesitation.
Xue An didn’t mind, instead, he followed the boy happily into the Vermilion Tower.
Upon entering, a strong smell of herbs hit him.
The inside of the house was very dark; the windows were sealed shut, not allowing even a sliver of light in.
In the spacious hall, only a dim oil lamp on the table emitted a faint glow, barely allowing one to see the surroundings.
And on the bed next to the table, an old man sat leaning against the wall, breathing rapidly and painfully.
His lungs were like a nearly broken bellows, each breath so laborious and filled with a lot of noise, sounding very harsh.
But even so, the old man’s eyes were still very bright, even resembling two spiritual beads in this dark room.
Xue An’s words visibly changed the young man’s expression.
The elderly man looked deeply at Xue An, "Then how long do you plan to stay here?"
"That’s hard to say, I might leave in a day or two, or it could take three to five months!" Xue An said lightly.
The elderly man was silent for a while, then nodded, "Very well! Since you are a passing guest, naturally, my place can accommodate you. Yushu, take this gentleman down to arrange a place for him!"
The young man was somewhat hesitant, but eventually responded softly, "Yes!"
After saying this, the young man named Yushu stepped forward and said coldly, "Follow me!"
He then turned his head and walked away, his words seemingly filled with hostility toward Xue An.
Xue An did not take it to heart, only bowing to the elderly man, "Since that’s the case, I shall impose upon you!"
After saying that, he cheerfully followed Yushu.
The town was small, but there were many vacant houses.
Not far from the Vermilion Tower was a deserted courtyard.
Yushu opened the door and led Xue An inside.
The room was bleak and empty, with nothing but rudimentary tables, chairs, and bedding.
"This is where you will be staying. You’ll have to sort out your own meals!" the young man said coldly.
Xue An was not picky, and with an almost smiling nod, said, "Thank you!"
But just then, the young man suddenly stepped forward, standing just over a meter away from Xue An, then stared intently at Xue An, his voice cold.
"I don’t care who you are, but since you’ve come to Demon-Sealing Town, you must follow the rules here. This is true whether my grandfather is here or not. Do you understand?"

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