An old figure walked in from the outside, white hair, white beard, wearing a Daoist robe.
If it were elsewhere, seeing such an old man, he would have directly cursed "get lost", but the situation in front of him was somewhat eerie.
The person who had just reported to him was already lying on the ground.
A squad of patrolling soldiers had already run towards the old man. He wasn't worried about the old man; a squad of over 20 patrolling soldiers surrounding an old man wouldn't cause any trouble.
This old man was surely an unfortunate soul thrown in to attract attention. There must be others infiltrating around.
Just as he thought this, he saw through the binoculars a scene that made his scalp tingle.
The squad of patrolling soldiers rushing towards the old man suddenly fell, all at once, without any warning.
He immediately picked up the binoculars to look over, and blood on the ground was crazily overflowing, gathering together.
That spot on the ground quickly turned crimson.
