Flag Camp Three.
"Are you willing to pay this toll?" A red light flashed in Chen Mu's eyes.
Everyone in the room simultaneously shook their heads numbly: "No, no, no!"
Chen Mu then nodded in satisfaction.
Here came the labor force, didn't it?
Just as he was quietly feeling smug, a voice suddenly emerged.
"Actually, paying some toll isn't entirely out of the question."
The previously expressionless crowd suddenly snapped back to reality and began to discuss fervently again.
The smile on Chen Mu's face immediately froze.
He quickly scrutinized the group of old ghosts carefully. He noticed that they all looked normal, as if the earlier manipulation was but a dream.
He then turned to look at Shi Dechun whose expression remained wooden, still clearly under the influence of the Bewitching Divine.
Chen Mu let out a sigh of relief and helplessly shook his head at the same time.
