Familiar Faces

"Heh."

Jiang Qiao let out a cold laugh.

The attack had only been a probe.

The evil spirits here were no simple creatures, especially the thing that had suddenly emerged. He couldn't pin his hopes on killing it with a single punch.

At that moment.

On the chair that had taken the punch, a blurry human figure slowly began to emerge.

First came a few lines.

Then it gradually changed from a pale color to translucence, and from translucence to clarity. During this process, the chair seemed to have lived through several hundred years of history. Its paint began to peel, while the wood became worm-eaten and rotten.

However, the place struck by the lightning still retained its vivid red color.

Clearly.

Although it hadn't been destroyed, the Thunder Art had still affected it considerably.

It was just that the effects couldn't be seen with the naked eye.

Soon.

As the figure on the chair grew clearer, its features began to appear as well. A somewhat familiar face emerged before Jiang Qiao's eyes.

"Hm?"

Jiang Qiao was slightly taken aback and couldn't help exclaiming:

"Fuck!"

"How is it him?"

The man on the armchair had now completely emerged.

He wore a black front-opening long robe and cloth shoes with layered soles. A melon-skin cap sat on his head, while a long rat tail trailed from the back of his skull.

He looked every bit like a relic from the previous dynasty.

But.

This man, who looked as if he'd traveled through time from over a hundred years ago, was someone Jiang Qiao realized he had actually seen before!

"Bus Driver—"

He slowly spat out those words, his heart gradually growing heavy.

Although the man before him had changed his clothes and appearance, and had grown his hair long and tied