It was New Year's Eve.
No one knew what was going on.
The well-trained and strictly managed nether soldiers actually walked out of the door in unison.
He was dressed in armor and was bouncing around on the streets like a fool.
Some of the more courageous commoners went forward to light incense sticks to offer sacrifices. They were shocked to find that the ghost soldiers had tears on their faces and were crying as they jumped.
His face was filled with despair.
The drunk Savior was so despairing.
Seeing that the Yin soldiers did not hurt anyone, the people became bolder.
" This is the Savior's order for all the gods to come out and perform a sacrificial dance, praying for good weather and peace in the coming year. " Lu Huaijiang wore a mask and shuttled through the ghosts. Whenever she saw the commoners, she would go up and mutter something.
When the commoners heard this, they were instantly filled with veneration.
