When everyone heard the sound and went away, they saw a motorcade gradually emerging from the morning mist, walking on the village road in front of the Wen Village Monument. There were three carriages in front and a donkey cart behind, with only the driver sitting in the leading one. The person driving the carriage was a tall man with three very conspicuous scars on his face. He looked a bit fierce and did not look like a kind man.
However, Jasper Jiang and the others knew that this man just looked unfriendly, but was actually quite warm-hearted... If he were still alive, he could really be called a good person.
They were no one else, but the group of scarred-faced men who had passed Xavier Xue and his friends at Guanyin Ferry earlier.
"Are they still there?" Jasper Jiang murmured in surprise.
He himself is a serious wild ghost, and he knows only too well how afraid ghosts are of strangers and the collision of yang energy. Therefore, few wild ghosts would choose to wander around under the blue sky and daylight. Even exceptions like Jasper Jiang, who had paper skin to keep close to him and Xavier Xue, Mason Xuan and the others to look after them, would only dare to wander around on cloudy days or under the sun. Walking around in the morning and evening, this long-dead troupe has no scruples.
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