"Just let them go like this? If these people get mad, our entire town will be in danger."

The one-legged old lady gave him a cold look, said, "I have my own sense of discretion," and then ignored him.

The lame old man did not dare to say anything more, so he could only follow her and walk away silently.

But he still turned his head from time to time and looked fiercely at the people in the tavern.

The crisis has finally come to an end.

Zhou Bai helped the proprietress walk into the tavern.

The crooked-headed bartender silently held the fish-headed girl's hand and followed them in.

Inside the tavern.

The fear in the eyes of those customers has not receded yet.

The crooked-headed bartender went over to get some gauze and came over to help the rabbit-eared landlady bandage her head.

Zhou Bai looked at the stunned crowd, and then looked at the messy tavern.

He lowered his head and sighed.

Today is the last night, what can we do to keep this pub alive?

His hand struck the blue pistol unconsciously.

Then, his eyes fell on the pistol.

I saw that the part of the pistol held by him had been slightly dented.

He frowned fiercely.

A pistol that can create illusions?

The words of the one-legged old lady came to Zhou Bai's mind.

He suddenly woke up with a start.

If the tavern is restored to its original state, will it be able to survive?

After this idea emerged, he became excited.

Yes, that’s it!

But how can the pub be restored to its original condition?

He brought the blue pistol closer to him and carefully examined its material.

Then, use your fingernails to gently scratch over the pistol.

He looked at the scratches on the pistol in surprise.

"Candle?"

Unexpectedly, it even used illusion to hide its own material.

In the wine cellar below, the candle is dripping blue liquid.

And as time goes by, its candlelight has become darker and darker.
Chapter completed!