There is a tavern at No. 13 Linjiang Road that is only open at night.
The boss is very good at mixing the wine. He doesn't ask the guest's name or where he came from. As long as he sits down, he will get a glass of wine.
But those sitting here are never all human beings.
Some people escaped from the apocalypse and said there had been no moon for three months;
There is a swordsman who has lived for seven hundred years and stays at the bar for a bottle of wine;
There is the abandoned son of the ancient martial arts family, dragging a lame leg to repair light bulbs;
There are also detectives who do not believe in ghosts and gods, and they open this door in serial murder cases.
Until one rainy night, a woman named Jiang Li came in with an old key that couldn't be opened.
From the moment she sat down, Shen Zuan knew that the door to the tavern could never be closed again.
Forces from all sides began to tear apart the night.
Immortal cultivating sects, urban supernatural powers, apocalyptic survivors, and ancient contracts all point to the same problem——
What on earth is this tavern?
Shen Zui kept it for three years, but never drank and could not stay away for more than three days.
If the tavern is the last anchor point of the world, then who is he?
A glass of wine changes a story.
A person keeps a lonely lamp.
Don't leave until you sober up.
