Linjiang Prefecture, Shuiyun Village.
Living by the mountain, they relied on the mountain; living by the water, they relied on the water. Along the river, the fish market was quite bustling.
The horse-drawn carriage came to a slow halt, and Li Xiaoer got off to lead the horse towards the local government office.
Shen Yi stood between two rows of fish baskets, breathing in the fishy, damp scent. Surrounding him were fishermen with their trouser legs rolled up, chatting and laughing as usual, completely oblivious to the presence of a few Demon-suppression Bureau Colonels.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the occasional casual glance from someone carried a veiled hostility.
"Places like this are like this, saving us the trouble of disguising ourselves." Liu Xiujie smiled before saying, "In other places, the first reaction to encountering a demon is to find the government office, but the people here would definitely go worship the River God."
