"Looks like... there are still stories to be heard in your town?" Lu Qing raised an eyebrow and asked with interest.
"It's been so long ago that now it makes sense to talk about it as a story." The boss sighed, glanced at the two tables over there, and then said, "I'm not one to beat around the bush. You all have been so generous, and I'm grateful, naturally hoping that you remain safe, without any trouble.
So let me tell you about the events here from early days. Whether you believe it or not is up to you, but leave the town with caution."
Saying this, he casually picked up the kettle and an extra bowl from the table, poured himself a bowl of water, took a few gulps, and began to recount the old stories of this town.
According to the boss, these events trace back to at least ten or twenty years ago.
This town is remote, surrounded by wetlands, making suitable habitation difficult. Hence, over the years, as people migrated to more livable places, a community slowly formed here.
