After leaving the town, Jiang Qiao soon arrived at the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest.
The members of the various factions guarding the entrance had already received notice. When they saw Jiang Qiao, they hurriedly stepped aside, not daring to show the slightest intention of stopping him. They even secretly felt relieved that those above them had not issued some reckless order.
A few hundred coins a month—who would risk their life for that?
He entered the forest without obstruction. Along the way, he occasionally encountered small teams searching for ghost medicines.
From time to time, he also saw lone travelers.
The outskirts of the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest were very safe. There were few evil spirits and hardly any bandit harassment, making the area suitable for adventurers whose strength was lacking.
Of course.
The drawback was that ghost medicines were scarce.
They often returned empty-handed.
After seeing Jiang Qiao, these people reacted in all sorts of ways.
Some looked terrified.
As if avoiding snakes and scorpions.
They looked afraid that Jiang Qiao might chop them apart with a single slash.
Others were nervous and uneasy.
They clasped their hands in greeting.
They did not dare show the slightest offense.
But some people, especially lone adventurers, actually came over after seeing Jiang Qiao. There was no need to ask—these were gamblers. They wanted to see whether they could get Jiang Qiao to take them as followers.
Ignoring these people, Jiang Qiao quickly crossed the outer region and entered the deeper area.
He had come here, of course, to investigate its secrets.
He had inexplicably arrived in this place, and after coming down from the well, he had appeared on the outskirts of the forest. That was something worth pondering. Why here, rather than somewhere else?
Sometimes, if you asked yourself a