"Contaminated by Baleful Intent?!" Lu Xiucai looked around at the chaos caused by the Baleful Intent, at the townsfolk whose temperaments had all drastically changed because of it.
The thought that this could happen to his wife, to his friends, made cold sweat break out all over him.
Burning with anxiety, Lu Xiucai could no longer care about anything else. He immediately turned the cart around and charged back toward Oxheart Village.
He had traveled quickly when leaving, but returning was slow. Lu Xiucai had no idea whether he could make it in time; he could only rush with all his strength.
To get back faster, he threw the opera trunks and luggage off the cart, taking nothing but the old and young passengers.
On the dirt road as he raced along, Lu Xiucai spotted someone by the roadside to his left. The man looked like an ordinary farmer, but there was nothing ordinary about his current state.
He held a kitchen knife in his hand, his mouth and body covered in blood. It was impossible to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.
He stood at the roadside, his eyes brimming with violence as he watched Lu Xiucai. Clearly, bolstered by this Baleful Intent, he had done things he had never dared to do before.
Though the cart swiftly swept past him, that man's gaze was deeply imprinted in Lu Xiucai's heart.
He understood that this was not happening only here. It was happening everywhere in Great Liang. The whole of Great Liang had gone mad!
"Gao Zhijian, what exactly are you trying to do?! Open your eyes and look at the mess you've made!! You muddleheaded tyrant! You muddleheaded tyrant!!"
"Faster! Faster!!" Roaring wildly in his heart, Lu Xiucai kept whipping the horse's rump, refusing to