Rise of the Otherworld.

As they entered the town, they immediately attracted curious glances. Their disheveled appearance stood in stark contrast to the peaceful atmosphere of the town. Zhang Hao and the others were dressed in rags, their bodies still stained with blood and dust, and their hair was disheveled.

"Look, these people seem to have been through a lot," a passerby whispered. His eyes were filled with curiosity and confusion, and although his voice was low, it was still clearly heard by everyone.

"Shh, don't meddle in other people's business." Another person hurriedly pulled him away. The man's face was full of tension, as if he was afraid of getting into trouble.

Zhang Hao and the others had no time to pay attention to the looks of others. They were all looking for a place to rest temporarily. Looking around, they finally saw an inn.

"Let's go with this one," Zhang Hao said. His voice was a little hoarse, and his face was filled with deep fatigue.

When they entered the inn, the waiter came to greet them warmly. However, upon seeing their appearance, his smile faltered slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his professional enthusiasm.

"Dear guests, would you like to have a meal or stay overnight?" asked the waiter.

"Stay in the hotel and give us a few clean rooms," the old man said. His voice was weak but firm as he took out the few coins he had.

The waiter nodded and took them upstairs. Although the room was not big, it was quite tidy.

Everyone went back to their rooms, washed up briefly, and then gathered together.

"This town doesn't look ordinary," the woman said. She sat in a chair, her brow slightly furrowed, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" the herbalist asked. He looked confused, still recovering from his earlier nervousness.

"Just now, as I walked along, I found that although the people here seem ordinary, there is a hint of vigilance in their eyes. Moreover, the layout of the town seems to have some kind of pattern." The woman frowned and tapped the table lightly with her fingers.

As he was speaking, a sudden noise came from outside. The noise grew louder and louder, breaking the temporary peace in the house.

Zhang Hao opened the window and looked out. He saw a group of people gathered in the street, with two people in the middle of the group arguing. From time to time, there were discussions and accusations from the crowd.

"Let's go down and take a look," Zhang Hao said, a hint of curiosity and worry flashing in his eyes.

When they arrived at the street, they saw a man who looked like a wealthy young man arguing with a ragged old man. The young man was dressed in gorgeous silk and satin, holding a folding fan, his face full of arrogance and disdain. The old man was wearing tattered coarse clothes, his face full of fear and helplessness.

"How dare you, old man, soil my clothes!" the rich young man said arrogantly. His voice was sharp and piercing, attracting the attention of those around him.

The old man hesitantly said, "Young Master, I didn't mean it." His body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of pleading.

"Hmph, even if it wasn't intentional, you have to pay me back!" The rich young man refused to give in. He pointed his finger at the old man viciously.

Zhang Hao couldn't bear to watch it anymore and walked forward, "Young Master, why bother making things difficult for an old man." His voice was calm but firm, and his eyes looked straight at the rich young man.

The rich young man glanced at Zhang Hao and said, "Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my business?" His eyes were full of contempt and anger.

Zhang Hao frowned and said, "Sir, please forgive others when you can." His tone became heavier and he leaned forward slightly, showing an unquestionable momentum.

"Hmph, you dare to teach me a lesson? Come on, teach him a lesson!" The rich young man gave an order, and several servants behind him rushed forward. Each of the servants was a burly man with a fierce look on his face.

Undaunted, Zhang Hao charged forward. With his nimble movements, he dodged the servants' initial attacks and then counterattacked, punching the servant in the stomach. The woman and the old man also joined the fray. The woman unleashed magic, sending flashes of light dazzling the servants. The old man swung his staff, unleashing a surge of force that repelled the servants.

After a fight, the servants were beaten badly and lay on the ground groaning.

When the rich young man saw this, his face turned very ugly, "Just wait for me!" After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the old man looked at them gratefully, "Thank you all heroes for your help." His voice trembled and his eyes were full of tears.

"Old man, you're welcome. This is what we should do," said Zhang Hao.

However, they didn't know that a bigger trouble was about to happen. The rich young man was the son of a local bully, and he was always domineering. After suffering a loss this time, how could he let it go?

At night, a sudden, noisy sound of footsteps could be heard outside the inn. Zhang Hao and the others stood up alertly, a sense of foreboding welling up in their hearts...