Old Ghost

"No rush. Let's use the marching ants to scout," the Big-faced Man glanced at a thin and tall man.

That man immediately took out a bamboo tube from his body, and after opening the lid, a brown-yellow ant the size of a palm crawled out from inside.

Once the ant landed on the ground, its pincer-like mouth twitched as it crawled past the traces on the moss and weeds.

The group followed this large ant all the way forward, and soon met a young man on another secret dirt path in the mountains.

This person stood in place with his hands in his pockets, motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

He showed no reaction whatsoever to the arrival of the crowd.

More than a dozen people immediately raised their scrap-metal-like weapons with nervous expressions, watching the youth ahead with vigilance.

The Big-faced Man also touched the gourd at his waist and narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled as well.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for anyone to have nothing better to do than run into this kind of wild mountain forest; everyone knew that Human Head Mountain had plenty of evil spirits, and most of them were extremely covert.

Before launching a Supernatural Attack, they were almost impossible to detect.

Yet if you said he was also here for that batch of cargo, it didn't seem right either. Although the place where the cargo was hidden was nearby, it was extremely covert. This young man was alone and didn't even carry any tools; what good would it do him even if he found the cargo?

Thinking of this, the Big-faced Man suddenly stepped forward a few paces and gave a light chuckle, "I am He Haiyang, Vice President of the Little Knife Society in Yuecheng. I didn't expect to run