In the distance, Lü Peng, who had been covering the Ghost-Driving Recorder and watching grimly, gaped as well. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the Headless Old Man, who had fought him for so long and injured him badly, would be sent packing like that.
He had even seen clearly.
The head thrown out had not been the old man's head at all. It had clearly been Tang Hu's fucking head.
Wait!
At that thought, he could not help looking at the large Sack at Jiang Chen's waist and the round things inside it, his heart filled with astonishment.
Could those... all be heads?
Lü Peng swallowed with difficulty, a few beads of sweat forming at his temples, then quickly shook his head. "Probably not. They might just be rocks, specifically for fooling ghosts..."
He offered a guess he did not believe himself.
By then, Jiang Chen had already led the group onward along Loess Road, deeper into the village.
"What should I do? There seems to be something sinister about this guy, but Senior Brother Qin's instructions..."
Lü Peng stood there agonizing for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and following.
What Qin Tiancheng had promised him was very tempting.
Taking a certain amount of risk was worth it.
Besides, only now did he realize that being sinister did not mean being powerful. Perhaps the man had merely stumbled into a stroke of luck and lured the Headless Old Man away.
"Let's hope you're still this lucky next time!"
Muttering this, he switched off the Ghost-Driving Recorder and followed.
The Martial Sect had rented this device specifically from the Netherworld to ensure the safety of those scions of prominent families. For Martial Sect Disciples, it was more a means of proving their innocence.
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