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"": "Luo Bin was still watching Village End.
The Hunter's figure, clad in the Python Robe, gradually disappeared down the Cement Road, heading deep into the village until he was completely out of sight.
Only then did Luo Bin truly breathe a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the Hunter hadn't watched Luo Feng either.
Did that mean Luo Feng had withstood the Hunter's scrutiny, just as he had?
Yes, Luo Feng really didn't seem to have seen the Hunter before. Fortunately, Luo Bin had stopped him in time. Otherwise, there was no telling whether Luo Feng could have fooled the Hunter.
His father was far too unyielding.
The night was cold and bleak. The wind whispered, the shadows of trees swayed endlessly, and the rustling of branches and leaves grew ever more insistent.
Luo Bin abandoned the idea of leaving the tent now to examine the spot three meters away where the mist had appeared. The Hunter had delayed him, and the mist there was gone. Besides, who knew where an evil spirit might spring out from?
Perhaps an evil spirit was watching him from behind one of the trees?
Inside the Mountain God Temple,
Peng Zhan had been struggling for a long time, from daylight until darkness, but still couldn't break free of his ropes. He muttered a curse.
That Village Chief from earlier, Zhong Zhicheng, had spouted nothing but bullshit. Evil spirits in the village deceived people, they couldn't go outside at night, and, most absurdly of all, there was no way out of the village.
Did he think they were three-year-olds he could fool?
A village of bandits was a village of bandits, and robbery was robbery. Miserable backwaters bred vicious people. Nearly thirty of them had been tied up! Once word