Half an hour later.
Liu Hei Wu stood beside the main road, watching groups of refugees pass by with their families and belongings in tow.
Commoners carried their loads on their shoulders or pushed them by hand.
Local gentry and rich landowners sent carriages to pick them up.
Yet all of them wore looks of panic and were in a miserable state.
In the face of a Vicious Ghost,
even small landowners and petty rich men with a little money were no different from the impoverished masses.
"Longevity Cult."
Liu Hei Wu furrowed his brows deeply.
This was the name of a religion he had heard from the refugees. Supposedly, they worshiped a deity known as the "Old Man Fude."
Old Man Fude saved people from suffering and disaster.
He brought salvation to all living beings.
They had established quite a few gruel stalls and relief stations near Yangshan County.
Refugees fleeing the area could collect rice cakes, naan, and similar food there if they had brought no provisions, then eat them along the way.
In years of great disaster,
those who offered help in times of need were always remembered.
Thus, various miracles attributed to the "Old Man Fude" began circulating among the refugees.
Unlike these ordinary people,
Liu Hei Wu had traveled the martial world for many years and seen far too many fraudulent tricks.
It was only natural for all sorts of demons and monsters to emerge during times of disaster. There was no way he could believe the Longevity Cult was truly a charitable organization that helped others without seeking any benefit for itself.
On the contrary,
he sensed the shadow of a conspiracy from this unfamiliar religious sect that had suddenly appeared.
"Yangshan County just suffered a disaster, and this Longevity Cult immediately stepped forward