"Brother Ma Zi..."
Hu Ma vaguely guessed a certain possibility. He stood for a long time at the town entrance in the night, not moving.
Meanwhile, behind him, Zhou Datong and the others, having just gone through such a calamity, were trembling with fear. They had almost been taken away by that group of ghostly figures, which had truly terrified them.
But in the end, they were unexpectedly unscathed. Was the incense master who spoke with Brother Ma Zi really a good person?
Hu Ma listened to their calls, then slowly turned around. Seeing their tearful, sobbing faces, he could only sigh helplessly and said,
"Why are you crying?"
"When you come out to make a living, you can't avoid these things. If you think about it, staying in the village and guarding the old fire pit is more stable."
"Just remember today's events and practice your skills well!"
"Once you learn the skills, you won't be afraid anymore."
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