"Are these people sick in the head?"
"Hey, lift your head."
Under the pickup truck, a camp guard was inspecting the people in the truck bed.
Including Luo Yan, all the refugees brought by the driver raised their heads.
The driver leaned out of the window. "Don't worry, Brother Shui. These villagers are healthy. None of them are sick."
"Fine, go in." The guard took two steps back, tossed his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground, and crushed it out with his shoe.
The pickup started up and carried Luo Yan and the other refugees into the camp.
After entering the camp, Qing Lian sniffed and said, "The baleful aura is very heavy."
"Looks like it really is the Diaoke Sha."
"Which throne did this? Capturing the Diaoke Sha wouldn't have been easy. Then, releasing it into the mortal world would be like making it start all over again."
"If even one step in between went wrong, the entire plan would collapse."
Just then, the pickup stopped. Luo Yan quietly reminded them, "Don't talk anymore. Let's first find out where the Diaoke Sha is."
The driver jumped down and slapped the truck bed. "Everyone out, folks."
"Rest for a while and eat something. I'll arrange work for you later."
He brought Luo Yan and the others to a shack, then fetched water and bread and handed some to each person.
"Eat and drink for now. I'll be right back."
After the driver left, Luo Yan put down the food in his hands, and a point of golden light ignited in his eyes.
He activated the Divine Treasure, and the world faded of color before his eyes.
Once the Golden Eyes of Enlightenment opened, Luo Yan saw black auras invisible to the naked eye in the air.
They permeated the entire camp