When Fang Qianyuan and the others rode their Spirit Creatures closer, several people were kneeling in the open ground before the ruins, lighting incense and candles. Paper money lay scattered everywhere, while others stood nearby watching.
Two door planks had been laid out there, each bearing the body of an adult man covered with a quilt.
"Boohoo..."
The plaintive sobbing had come from here.
"Ah!"
Before Fang Qianyuan and the others could ask what had happened, the villagers spotted them.
Fang Qianyuan and his companions were all riding Spirit Creatures, each over ten feet long, imposing and powerfully built.
Fear crept onto the villagers' faces. With sudden cries of alarm, they scattered like birds and beasts.
At the same time, however, a wounded middle-aged man in ragged clothes froze where he stood.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared, snatched a long stick off the ground, and charged at them, bellowing, "I'll fight you bastards to the death!"
Has this man gone mad? Fang Qianyuan was startled.
The middle-aged man rushed forward and swung his stick straight at Little White.
Among their Spirit Creatures, Little White stood out the most. Her glossy fur was a flawless white, and she towered over the others.
The middle-aged man was clearly not in his right mind, yet he seemed to have singled her out at once.
Naturally, Little White would not let him hit her. She raised a forepaw and swatted at him.
"Little White, don't..." Seeing frost gather in Little White's mouth as she prepared to spit it out, Fang Qianyuan hurriedly bent down and stroked her head to soothe her.
As he saw it, although this man had attacked first, he possessed no Spirit Essence and was merely an ordinary mortal.
If she unleashed that breath, even if it did not kill him,