Yellow sand filled the air, and more than a dozen pickup trucks and off-road vehicles roared across the desert.
Curse Killing Technique.
Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids slightly, having also learned about the Pantheon's Curse Killing Technique, which was quite similar to the witchcraft of his past life,
by using blood, hair, or even just the birth date, disasters could be remotely inflicted.
He did not immediately enter the Eight Sceneries Palace to sit in meditation.
It was not yet sunrise.
The unkempt Wu Shangpin complained at this moment:
"Those bastards from the Pantheon, always ordering us around, I'll switch to the Western Sect in a couple of days....."
He grumbled while chatting casually with the brother and sister, Zhang Fusheng listening silently, had formed a rough idea in his mind.
This middle-aged man surnamed Wu and this convoy were so-called smuggling teams, making a living by smuggling between cities,
in fact, Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan were the same.
