"Land Temple, Mountain God Temple, City God Temple, Grey Immortal Temple..."
"Heh heh heh heh."
"There are legends behind every one of these temples. Does he really not fear encountering misfortune and being harmed by evil spirits?"
The man's tone suddenly turned sinister.
"You mean..."
"He's with the Prayer Association?"
someone exclaimed.
The others had already thought of that possibility, but they were so frightened that they dared not say it aloud. The Prayer Association was no simple organization. Every one of those people was crazy.
They dared to do what others didn't.
They dared to kill those others didn't.
Destroying Mountains and Temples... That really was something those absolutely unscrupulous people could do.
"But why..."
After a moment of silence,
someone asked in confusion,
"Who knows?"
"The Prayer Association is full of... Ahem, full of unconventional and extraordinary people. How could we possibly understand what they do?" Someone misspoke and hurriedly tried to smooth it over.
"All right, all right."
"The Prayer Association didn't stop us from coming in, and they didn't attack us."
"Let's not provoke them either."
"We'll just mind our own business."
"You couldn't provoke them even if you wanted to," someone muttered.
They chatted for a while longer.
Then the crowd dispersed.
Standing by the roadside, Jiang Qiao shook his head with a helpless smile. He had overestimated these people. He had thought they had really discovered some secret of his.
He hadn't expected them to pin the blame on the Prayer Association.
That made sense, too.
What could these people possibly know?
Those lunatics from the Prayer Association often did inexplicable things, and their methods were ruthless as well.
It was only natural for them to take the blame.
They were used to being blamed for things like this, too.
Most of the time,