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"What is that?" Lu Youcheng was visibly panicked.
"Don't panic, it's still far away." Cheng Cha reassured everyone, and the group proceeded to find a better spot to observe.
"What about him... What do we do about Quan Doufeng?" Hu Yanming, who was at the back, turned his head to glance at Quan Doufeng, who was bound up tightly.
But no one paid him any mind, and Hu Yanming did not dare to make decisions on his own, so he reluctantly followed them out of the woods. Now, with a clearer view, everyone crouched down and stared intently at the lights in the village at the foot of the mountain.
Gradually, they could see more clearly: the source of the light was a series of white lanterns, held by a group of people.
As the group exited the village and drew nearer to Yang Xiao and the others, they could see even more clearly. Liu Haiping couldn't help but gasp, her face turning even paler, "What is that? Why are they... why are they carrying a coffin?"
