By the river.
The tourists had already been driven away, and the burned-out pleasure boat had already sunk to the bottom of the river.
A team of martial artists patrolled the river.
The few of them stood by the river and discussed softly.
A martial artist's vitality was exuberant. It was difficult for mortals to see it with the naked eye. They could only sense the other party's terrifying aura.
However, Luo Qingzhou's soul could see it clearly.
The Qi and blood congregated like a burning sea of fire, dyeing the darkness by the river red.
Even though he was still far from them, his soul trembled involuntarily.
No wonder the book said that when people traveled in groups, the ghosts would avoid them. Wherever an army went, ghosts and gods would be startled.
