Zhi Ming quickly told the refugees that they were scammers, including the fact that their bald heads had been shaved more than a month ago.
However, the refugees did not feel indignant after hearing this, nor did they curse. Instead, they fell into deeper despair.
This Lanruo Temple was their last hope, but now it was just a scam. What should they do in the future?
Jiang Beiran sighed as he looked at the refugees whose eyes had lost their luster.
Although he could refine spirit herbs to get rid of this poison, spirit herbs could only be consumed by cultivators. If an ordinary person consumed it, it was very likely that their body would explode and die.
Therefore, the most important thing now was to concoct an antidote that could be taken by ordinary people. Yin Jianghong had already begun to do so.
After tying up the few " monks " who had profited from the national disaster, Jiang Beiran left Lanruo Temple and whistled in an empty space.
"giao! giao!"
