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Zhang Yinyang, Yang Hao, along with a few other men and women, saw the ghosts retreat and got up from the ground. Without a word, they crowded around Long Fei.
In their eyes, Long Fei was the lifeboat in a flood.
Whoever approached him would have a chance to live.
They tried to stay as close to Long Fei as possible, for although the ghosts had left, they hadn't gone far.
Yang Hao was red-faced with embarrassment, never willing to accept Long Fei's superiority, but now he had to ask him for help to save his life.
But Long Fei ignored them. He set up a tent in the pavilion, prepared to spend the night there.
After all, the road down the mountain wasn't easy to navigate at night.
Li Zhenni's eyes widened, thinking to herself what on earth was this guy doing?
With so many ghosts darkly surrounding them, he seemed not to care at all.
Zhang Yinyang and the others shared the same thought.
