This was troublesome.
Truly troublesome.
Although there were Martial Artists among the refugees, who would dare enter the woods to seek death? If it weren't for the slippery roads and the greater danger of running around in the dark, everyone would have fled long ago.
Fortunately.
Dawn was almost here.
This sound didn't seem to affect the Martial Artists too much.
Then... let it kill...
There was only half an hour until dawn. There were more than two hundred refugees on the official road. If it killed two or three people at a time, most of them should still survive by sunrise.
That was the Martial Artists' plan.
It was cruel.
But it was also a very common mindset.
They could fight other refugee groups along the way, and they would also battle bandits, but it was difficult to make them fight a Vicious Ghost.
That would be suicide!
Wait.
The Martial Artists had already made their decision. Ordinary people naturally had no right to complain.
They all huddled around the bonfire, trembling.
Hoping misfortune wouldn't befall them.
Liu Hei Wu sat back down beside the tent. He always felt that things weren't so simple. Some strange intuition told him that other trouble would probably follow.
Just as he was thinking this.
A furious shout suddenly rang out: "Who's there? Stop!"
Before Liu Hei Wu could react.
A loud boom erupted in the distance along the official road, sending mud and dust flying everywhere. Two Martial Artists wielding sharp blades hacked a charging carriage into pieces.
"Damn it!"
"There's something wrong with the horse!"
The carriage shattered, and the two horses pulling it were also chopped in half.
Yet no blood or organs flowed from the severed horse bodies. Beneath their hides was nothing but a skeleton. They had no