Zhao Qian was observing through the little puppet.
In truth, he could not make out much. He only saw the young man wave his hand, upon which the surrounding graveyard suddenly vanished and turned into several puddles of mud, while the snarling little ghosts became rotting flesh.
Billowing green smoke filled the town, and afterward, the entire town was shrouded in a black veil.
This black veil was strange.
It did not block his vision, yet it made everything feel opaque, as though he were standing inside a gigantic tomb.
Lifeless.
Heavy with twilight.
Without the slightest trace of vitality.
However.
The black veil had now vanished, and the deathly aura lingering around him had disappeared as well.
The town's vitality had not recovered.
But it felt as though the place had changed from a mass grave into a desolate wilderness. Both were uninhabited places, but at least animals still appeared in the wilderness from time to time, so it was not utterly silent.
Zhao Qian was still astonished.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he appeared in front of Jiang Qiao.
"Ah—!"
The change was abrupt.
He could not help crying out.
But when he saw Jiang Qiao standing right in front of him, he forcefully swallowed half the sound back down.
He hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed.
"Sir."
"Thank you for informing me the day before yesterday. Because of you, I was able to preserve my family's lives."
"Such great kindness."
"I will never forget it!"
He was naturally extremely grateful.
If he had not gone to meet Jiang Qiao that noon, one of his blood relatives might now have been among the dead nourishing the Bone Tree in the town.
"Heh heh."
"There's no need to thank me."
"I imagine you also know that several old fellows