At this thought, Xu Yang quietly retreated and immersed himself in the gray mist.
Once he entered the gray mist, he took out a large iron hammer and put on the green-faced, fanged mask.
Glancing at his clothes, Xu Yang silently took out his Daoist robe and put it on...
"Since those NPCs are ghosts in disguise, wearing Daoist robes would be scarier for them than having some bloodstains."
Xu Yang, dressed in a Daoist robe, held the iron hammer, looked around cautiously, and began searching for the "NPCs". The green-faced, fanged mask flickered with eerie green light, making him look very strange in the gray mist.
Meanwhile,
The group led by the muscular man had already crossed the Yin-Yang Path.
They didn't notice that their group had silently lost one person.
Then...
They silently gained another shadow!
The shadow walked at the rear of the group, gradually taking on Xu Yang's appearance as it moved forward.
A small city-like structure appeared ahead.
