"Clippity-clop, clippity-clop," the iron shoes of the horse continuously struck the ground, creating a rhythmic and crisp sound.
The wheels of the carriage behind rolled slowly over the hoofprints, followed by the large footprints of Gao Zhijian.
A group of people followed the carriage, continuing along the narrow road.
Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their thoughts, and from time to time, someone would sneak a glance at the leader, Li Huowang.
In their eyes, Li Huowang was clearly dead, even if there were no flies, but after checking many times, he was absolutely, thoroughly dead.
Yet, he had suddenly come back to life, out of the blue, and it was all too bizarre.
Of course, that wasn't the only strange thing; including how his body suddenly moved from the grave to the outside, then after spouting some nonsense about the world going mad, he passed out again.
All these events happened way too quickly for them to digest.
