In a town as populated as Lucky Town, having many inns isn't surprising. But if an inn smells this bad, how would anyone want to stay?
Qin Yuesheng, feeling something was strange, decided to leave no clue unchecked and held his breath as he entered the inn, intending to investigate the situation.
As he stepped through the inn's main entrance, he immediately saw a group of Great Han men wearing dome-shaped hats sitting around the tables in the hall, eating noodle soup. The moment Qin Yuesheng stepped in, he caught their attention, and they all turned to look at him cautiously.
Qin Yuesheng naturally met their gaze unflinchingly. The style of their hats was very typically Northern; no one in the Central Plains or the South would wear such hats.
Looking at their attire, it was clear that even though Jiangnan's current climate was hot with sunny weather and scorching sun, these people were all wearing woolen jackets, not fearing the heat at all.
