Outside the mortuary, four Jianghu people came.
Three of them were dressed as martial artists. They looked ferocious and had cruel eyes.
The last person was a sloppy Daoist with triangular eyes. From time to time, a sinister smile would flash across his lips.
Just by looking at these four people's appearances, he felt that they were not good people.
"Master Ding, what was that sound just now? Why does it sound so weird?"
Among the three warriors, the one-eyed man with an eyepatch asked the sloppy Daoist.
"It's a small spell used for warning. Looks like there's someone in the mortuary who shares the same path."
The sloppy Daoist narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sinister memorial hall, his eyes flickering with a ferocious light.
The one-eyed warrior licked his lips and asked anxiously,"
"Since there's someone, let's hurry in and take a look. Maybe that person has something to eat?"
