There was no curtain in the carriage, so the people in the carriage could see the shadows around them quickly retreating through the door. The lifted carriage ran quickly.
A large amount of gray fog rushed in, making it difficult for people to breathe.
The old coachman felt his hair stand on end from Daoist priest song's stare, and he could not sit still.
"Dao ... Daoist priest, what's impossible?" He felt extremely cold all over his body, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen into ice dregs, stimulating his blood vessels.
"Are your ancestors from Shen village?"
Daoist priest song's words made the legs of the old man driving the carriage go weak. Stars appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
