When Wang Sheng left, the people in the fort were still a bit dazed.
"Where did Yun Sheng say this flood dragon came from?"
The village chief, Zhou Zhengwen, was somewhat slow to react.
Ever since he had returned from transporting salt last time, he had been tense about the Evil Flood Dragon, fearing that the Green Flood Dragon Gang would come after them.
After all, they had captured people from three counties; it was possible they could find them at any moment. The likelihood was small, but it could not be ignored.
But instead of waiting for the Green Flood Dragon Gang, he had received the powerful Evil Flood Dragon they worshiped—in the form of a corpse.
"Village chief, what Yun Sheng said is the Evil Flood Dragon of the Green Flood Dragon Gang…"
The others were also dumbfounded by the event and answered subconsciously.
Jolted by the answer, the village chief immediately said, "Hurry and gather up, all these things are grandmaster level treasures!"
