Flag B3 Camp.
"Do you want to pay this toll fee?" A red gleam flashed through Chen Mu's eyes.
Everyone in the room simultaneously shook their heads blankly. "No. No. No!"
Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction.
Weren't the porters right here?
Just as he was secretly pleased with himself, a voice abruptly rang out.
"Actually, paying a little toll wouldn't be so bad."
The people who had been expressionless moments ago suddenly came to their senses and resumed their discussion.
The smile on Chen Mu's face immediately froze.
He hurriedly scrutinized the old ghosts. Their expressions were all perfectly normal, as if the scene of being controlled just now had been nothing but an illusion.
He then turned to look at Shi Dechun, only to find that the man was still blank-faced. The effects of Divine Bewilderment remained obvious.
Chen Mu sighed in relief, but also shook his head helplessly.
Although no one had noticed the anomaly just now, his plan to control these people and use them as porters had clearly failed.
"Tsk! I thought Divine Bewilderment was some great Divine Ability. Who knew it wouldn't work on old ghosts?"
Previously, he had been afraid of making others wary, so he had not dared use it much.
But now, Chen Mu curled his lip.
"At most, I can only bully newly born Yinling."
Time passed. The blood-red sun rose and set, and in the blink of an eye, five days had gone by.
Underground in a certain wilderness, Chen Mu sat cross-legged in a temporary underground chamber. Behind him stood fifteen or sixteen black-clothed figures, all expressionless and blank-eyed.
Including Old Man Shi at the front, they were all newly born Yinling who had traveled with him to Jigu City back then.
Perhaps because they had arrived in