Shi Dai kept the mission firmly in mind, letting her professional instincts take over, and began to contemplate the situation with focused seriousness.

In other words, every guest on the first floor was, in effect, a witness to Yu Zhihua’s alibi by their very presence.

“Lord Immortal, please save us,” a young woman sobbed uncontrollably as she sat in front of Yu Zhihua, her voice trembling with despair, “Will we even make it out alive tonight?”

“I’ve been a traveling merchant for years, but I’ve never encountered anything like this!” a middle-aged vendor stammered through chattering teeth, his body trembling as he clenched his jaw in fear. “This inn… I’ve long heard it brings bad luck.”