"What is that?"
Bald Man asked in confusion.
"An evil spirit?"
"Or the people behind this disaster? Given how much time has passed, they should be showing themselves by now."
Everyone stared fixedly at the sedan chairs.
The sedan chairs were all made of waxed paper, in a riot of colors.
They looked like burial offerings.
They were carried by eight paper figures dressed in festive, bright red robes. Even just standing there, they sent chills down everyone's spines.
"Everyone."
"Since you're here, why not show yourselves?"
Wang Tianquan spoke in a deep voice.
"Heh."
"City Lord Wang, a pleasure to meet you."
A slightly weathered voice rang out, and the paper curtains on the sedan chairs suddenly fluttered.
Then.
Several figures appeared outside the sedan chairs.
Their leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in blue robes. He stood tall and straight, looking distinguished.
Outside the sedan chairs behind him stood several other men and women.
There was a woman with an alluring figure, dressed in a black cheongsam.
There was a short old man, dwarf-like in stature, with a weathered face.
There was also a man who looked very young.
He seemed no more than a boy.
But a closer look revealed a steady, restrained gaze. Clearly, his actual age did not match his appearance.
The last person...
Could not be seen clearly!
Wang Tianquan could only make out that someone was there.
It seemed to be a woman.
But every attempt to see her clearly caused her to blur.
It was deeply unnerving.
"A consciousness-related supernatural phenomenon?"
Wang Tianquan instantly grew wary, but a smile appeared on his face:
"May I ask your names, friends?"
These people felt extremely dangerous to him, their strength likely beyond belief. Still, inside the "fortress," he had nothing to