"Pei Ling!?"
Qiao Ciguang's face filled with astonishment. At some point, they had already left Baicao Town!
Everyone stopped in their tracks. But apart from Qiao Ciguang, no one felt the joy of having survived a catastrophe. Instead, their expressions grew even more fearful.
Several Demon Race members who had barely managed to survive instantly turned ashen, their eyes filled with nothing but utter despair.
At that moment, heavy footsteps sounded behind them. Fu Xuanxu and Ning Wuye came after them, hunting knives in hand.
The moment they saw Pei Ling, they shouted, "It's a wild tiger!"
"Shoot!"
Fu Xuanxu took down his longbow and pulled the last two white-feathered arrows from his quiver. He was about to draw the bowstring when, in the next instant, his and Ning Wuye's eyelids suddenly grew unbearably heavy. No matter what they did, they couldn't open them.
The two collapsed to the ground at once. In the blink of an eye, they were snoring like thunder—they had fallen fast asleep!
At the same time, Jiang Fengwu came stumbling out of Baicao Town, looking utterly disheveled. His expression was one of abject terror, but when he realized he had suddenly made it out of Baicao Town, he was overjoyed.
But the next moment, he saw Pei Ling standing ahead, looking at them with a calm gaze.
Jiang Fengwu's face instantly turned deathly pale. He was even more terrified than when he had nearly been hanged inside Baicao Town just moments before.
Thud, thud, thud...
Amid the disorderly footsteps, the town chief and the youngest son came running out, gasping for breath. When they saw everyone, they immediately shouted in terror, "Run! The town's haunted!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, an ornate, gloomy Ghost Sedan drifted out of Baicao Town.
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