Fishing Village
A group of bandits were smashing doors house by house, searching inside. A bald man with copper hoop earrings, holding a Ghost Head Knife, stood in the middle of the village, looking around. His ears twitched subtly, as if he was listening to something.
"Damn it! Called me to such a godforsaken place in the dead of night, nothing to eat, drink, or play with!" the bald man spat on the ground and swung his knife around.
"I guessed that Huangshan must have run away long ago," said a pale-faced scholar dressed as a military advisor softly.
"The sir really keeps his cool. They sent us to supervise these minions, but who knows what they're planning," said the bald man impatiently. "Do they really think these trash mortals can find anything of value?"
"You'd be surprised. These bandits might know tricks far better than us, who spend all day in cultivation practice," the scholar said with a smile.
Bang!
