Mu Huai re-entered the village while Ming Shu sat outside waiting for him. About an hour later, he and Ye Cong emerged from the fog.
A few people followed behind them. They seemed to be not lightly injured.
Being able to survive at the hands of evil spirits, these people's strength was also not ordinary.
"Lord, are these things evil spirits?" Ye Cong asked Mu Huai while bandaging himself.
Evil spirits… which were really strange to him.
It can be said that he only heard of them in some stories and legends.
"Yes." They were evil spirits, suppressed by the first emperor of the Wushang Dynasty several hundred years ago.
Ye Cong swallowed a mouthful of cold air and looked back into the village with a lingering fear. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the village was almost obscured completely.
If it weren't for the lord's sudden appearance, they might have been buried inside.
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