Eight people.
Two in front and two behind carried lanterns, while the four in the middle carried a vermilion-lacquered coffin.
The chain bridge was not wide.
These people swaggered across the bridge, taking up most of the space and forcing many others to press against the sides of the chains to clear a path.
The strange thing was—
When the irritable pedestrians encountered the coffin bearers, they unexpectedly became courteous.
They all made way.
Not only did they refrain from cursing.
Some even wore smiles on their faces.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Qiao cursed under his breath. These bastards were truly the sort who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Obviously.
These coffin bearers were not to be trifled with.
"This coffin looks somewhat familiar. It resembles the one that the group of evil spirits worshiped in the clearing earlier." Jiang Qiao naturally had no intention of playing the hero, and he quickly retreated to the side as well.
"Is it that coffin? Or another similar one?"
The earlier vermilion coffin had been raised high into the air, clearly to prevent it from touching the ground. The fact that it had attracted so many evil spirits to worship it meant that something extraordinary was evidently stored inside.
He had observed it carefully at the time.
Yet even his Dual Pupils could not see through the coffin boards. They had been isolated by a strange force.
And now, this coffin—
It was almost identical to that one. He still could not see what was inside.
His attempt to see through it was blocked.
His field of vision still showed only coffin boards.
"Right."
"There were some holes on the road up the mountain, and there were many coffins inside those holes too."
"There was grease inside those coffins as well."
Jiang Qiao