The owl circled in the air for a while longer, until he was certain...
Jiang Meng set up the Feng Shui Formation again, and only after the mist shrouded the graveyard once more did he leisurely make his way back.
Back in the cave, he recounted everything he had seen in full.
After listening, Leopard licked his dry lips.
"You're sure there's only one girl with a gun and one old geezer with a foot in the grave?"
"I'm sure."
The owl Liangzi had transformed into returned to human form.
"That old man's sequence fluctuations don't even reach sequence two."
"There's also an old woman who's an ordinary person. All the others are children."
"Only that girl poses any threat, but she's sequence one at most. No higher."
Leopard smiled.
"Cold weather brings grain to our door, with a truckload of tender meat thrown in."
"Liangzi, round up the boys. Come with me to invite our guests."
Before long, Long Ya sensed... that oppressive presence bearing down on her.
It was like a bank of dark clouds slowly advancing from afar, weighing heavily on her chest.
A rank smell had entered the air, mingled with sweat and the scent of beasts, drifting over on the wind.
She raised her sniper rifle and vaulted onto the truck's roof.
In the distance, several people approached.
An extremely burly man walked at the front.
He wore only an old animal-hide vest that had faded to gray, leaving both arms bare, his skin covered in leopard spots the size of copper coins.
Those spots were not tattoos. They seemed to have grown out of his flesh, rising and falling slightly with his breathing, like eyes that might open at any moment.
Seven or eight people followed him, all walking casually, yet their loose formation