"Ran?"
"Looks like the old men discovered something was wrong."
"Can they get away?"
Jiang Qiao did not chase after them. He simply stood where he was, quietly watching several old men flee.
However.
Although he himself did not move.
A silent change had begun outside the town.
On the road.
Several carriages raced forward.
"Are we going to Fengyin Mountain?" The fat old man lifted the curtain and asked anxiously.
The carriages were strange.
Although someone was driving them, the drivers were wooden and stiff.
Although they were pulled by pairs of horses.
Their movements were mechanical. They only knew how to run and stop, without any of the liveliness or agility horses should have.
Clearly.
Whether it was the coachmen driving the carriages or the horses pulling them.
None of them were living creatures!
"Why go to Fengyin Mountain? Have them come receive us... Otherwise, we probably won't even make it into the mountains!" the Bearded Old Man said anxiously.
The carriages were fast—extremely fast.
In only a few minutes.
They had already left the town far behind, putting more than a dozen kilometers between them.
However.
He did not feel the slightest bit safer.
Instead, an increasingly intense sense of danger kept welling up in his heart.
He was still holding the straw man in his hand.
But the straw man began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye. The straw used to weave it snapped one strand after another, turning black and moldy.
What did this mean?
It meant that the deathly aura of the town was fading!
Nightmare Object!
The straw man had been made through a secret method and could connect with the town's earth veins. When the town headed toward ruin, the straw man would become extremely lively. Once the