The sounds were really unsettling to listen to, and from time to time, unfamiliar screams emerged, finally mixing the voice of their formidable shopkeeper, Zhen Shu.
A group of staff gathered at the doorway, listening to the sounds inside, their hearts tingling as they stroked their arms where the hairs stood on end, deeply concerned.
What on earth was going on in there? Was the shopkeeper's cry so urgent that they needed to rush in? But the shopkeeper was so capable—if she was crying out like this, would it make a difference for them to go in?
More importantly, they saw with their own eyes that the only ones who went in were the shopkeeper and Mr. Jian, who used to tell stories in the restaurant. The two had a good relationship, so there shouldn't be any problem.
