Watching Zhang Linhai and Wu Wenzhong lying down one after another, Li Hui also lay down in his clothes, lying on the recliner by the window, quietly watching the endless rainy night.
"Boom!" Lightning angrily streaked across the sky on this eerie rainy night. With the brief flash of lightning, Li Hui saw a strange team marching towards the Corpse Driving Inn in a slow and orderly pace.
The leading man was holding a copper bell in his hand, shaking it as he walked, and behind him followed a dozen people in black cloaks.
What surprised Li Hui was that most people would quickly walk or even run towards the inn when they saw it in the heavy rain, but these people walked slowly and followed the gong sound of the man ringing the bell, step by step towards the inn.
Li Hui gently pushed the two people who had just fallen asleep. Zhang Linhai and Wu Wenzhong opened their sleepy eyes in dissatisfaction and asked, "Nephew, what's wrong?"
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