Li Xiang and his companion walked for more than ten miles in the desert. They looked at the scenery on the horizon. The Sun was rising in the East, and the golden sun appeared on the horizon, turning the desert completely golden.
"Country Lord is right. This is indeed a good place to bury one's bones. When the yellow sand blows, it will naturally bury everything."
Wushuang Ghost revealed a sinister smile, and the chains on his body kept making crisp sounds as if it was excited and restless.
"Just come out. You've been following me since we left the inn. Do you think I can't find you or that you've hidden well? Do you think I'll fall into your trap?" said Li Xiang in a cold voice.
Shua!
