"Sir, should we go and clean up those people now?" a member of the Ghost Race asked.
Ouyang Haichen nodded: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you up front."
Instantly, all the Ghost Race members sprang into action, dispersing in various directions nearby.
Two soldiers disguised as vegetable farmers crouched in the corner, spiritedly hiding in the shadows, observing the surroundings.
However, they failed to notice a figure, like a gecko, stealthily appearing on the wall behind them.
A flash of cold light, and the heads of the two fell directly to the ground, their bodies collapsing shortly afterward, with particularly smooth and neat wounds on their necks.
Another soldier dressed in a raincoat lay on his cart, and suddenly a purple mist blew over, his face immediately displaying a strangely intoxicated smile. Within less than three breaths, his skin began to fester, unable to even let out a cry before dying.
