Deception

The thin crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the lights on the ground were sparse and dim.

Boots trod on the gravel path, the soles crushing the weeds sprouting from the gaps between the stones.

Xia Lun held a torch, leading Xuan Yan, one behind the other, walking openly along the main road.

At this moment, they were heading toward Stream Elder Bridge.

When they left, Stream Elder Bridge was still deserted and dilapidated, but right now, countless orange torches had illuminated the entire grayish-white Stream Elder Bridge, and countless bloody figures darted about on the formerly deserted bridge deck.

--The Cultists of the Mind Fasting Sect had already established temporary outposts here.

A few Mind Fasting Sect believers, wearing Nuo Masks and holding sticks, sabers, and spears, were patrolling at both ends of the bridge deck, surrounded by nearly ten Skinned Corpses with peeled-off skin all over their bodies.

Among them, a Cultist wearing a Fierce-Eyed Wooden Carved Mask carried a Matchlock on his shoulder.

Looking at the outpost on Stream Elder Bridge, Xia Lun narrowed his eyes slightly.

The outpost at Stream Elder Bridge had quite a few people, and if the deception failed, a fierce battle would be inevitable.

To be fair, he was quite confident in his own acting skills, but lacked confidence in Xuan Yan's acting skills, after all, Xuan Yan was a fool.

Will she show an untimely sense of tension and thus give the game away? He could not help thinking.

At this thought, he could not help turning back to look at Xuan Yan.

Xuan Yan was still wearing the sharp-headed White Wolf Mask, and seeming to sense his gaze, she raised her head slightly and looked at him in confusion.

"Don't make a sound later, and let me