Fang Lin noticed something odd in Corpse Ginseng's stare. He suddenly turned around and was so taken aback that he stumbled backwards.
Behind him, there were countless grey-clad individuals, all with twisted faces, blood flowing from their orifices, their expressions extremely horrifying.
"OMG! This could scare the crap out of me, besides these guys don't look tasty at all." the Corpse Ginseng patted its chest and said.
Fang Lin looked grim. These grey-clothed people were filled with deathly aura, their sheer number making them resemble an army.
"Old Pickle, I'm leaving these guys to you. They look pretty delicious." Fang Lin, without another word, immediately tossed the Corpse Ginseng towards them.
"You damned jerk! I'm not finished with you!!!" Corpse Ginseng screamed as it got thrown into the midst of the grey-clothed people.
Fang Lin, after throwing the ginseng, started running, quickly putting quite a distance between him and the grey-clothed figures.