"There's something up ahead! It's the Corpse Ghoul Army."
Jing Yu laughed heartily.
"What's wrong with you? What the hell are you laughing at?" Wang Yi asked, puzzled.
Jing Yu declared proudly, "At last, it's time for me to show what I can do."
Several swift horses galloped toward them, the man in the lead shouting.
"You up ahead, run! There's danger behind us."
Wang Yi and the others watched the scene.
Whirlwinds swept the yellow sand high into the air, like great clouds of smoke rising from level ground, surging toward them.
At the sight, Aliya and the other children could not help feeling a little frightened.
"Uncle, are we really not running?"
Li Ping'an said nothing. Up ahead, Gu Xizhou took a mouthful of strong liquor, his eyes growing brighter.
"You up ahead, run!!"
Hu Qiang of the Dingyuan Escort Agency looked in surprise at the people standing motionless ahead. Had they not heard him?
He raised his voice another few notches.
Just then, however, a white horse charged toward them.
It was as swift as an arrow, and the saber wrapped in sheepskin came out of its sheath.
It flashed through the air, as though thousands of troops and horses were locked in battle.
"Hey, don't steal this from me!"
By the time Jing Yu reacted, Gu Xizhou had already charged past on horseback.
Two figures stood atop a hill.
One was quite elderly, with a string of bodhi prayer beads hanging against his chest.
He wore gray robes and held a monk's staff.
The other was wrapped in black cloth and powerfully built.
He had a square face and large ears, and was around thirty.
An intimidating dignity attended his every movement.
From their appearance, the two seemed to be monks from beyond the borders.