"It's certainly lively."
Accompanied by a wave of foul stench, four more men appeared at the other end of the corridor.
The four men looked utterly lifeless, completely different from the men in White Zhongshan Suits. They looked even more ancient, like walking corpses through and through.
Moreover.
The two sides were dressed completely differently as well.
Three of them wore gray cross-collared cloth robes, while the leader wore an Official Robe from the era of the Imperial Court!
Most importantly.
A long braid hung down behind each of the four men's heads.
As they moved forward, the braids swung back and forth like pig tails.
The moment they appeared.
A stale, rotten stench swept over them, as though a series of Ancient Tombs had been opened and the dead within had seen daylight once more.
"Liu Yingchun—"
When the man in the White Zhongshan Suit saw the leader, his gaze sharpened.
"Heh heh."
"Long time no see, Chen Tianjue."
The man in the Official Robe had a bluish-purple complexion, his movements were stiff, and even his voice carried an eerie, dry rasp.
Tombstones.
Coffin lids.
Moss-covered graves.
Dark, damp Wooden Houses in the woods.
Although none of these scenes were actually present, the moment one saw this eerie man and heard him speak, such images would rise involuntarily in one's mind.
"How dare you!"
Beside the man in the Official Robe, a burly man in a cross-collared cloth robe shouted sharply.
"Do you think you're worthy of addressing Lord Liu by name?"
"Hurry up and hand over the substitute victims you're carrying, or you'll regret it today!"
With that.
The other two men in cross-collared cloth robes stepped forward.
One was tall and the other short, and they looked exactly alike. They seemed to be twins.
At that moment,