The people of Mingjiang Prefecture were in an uproar; those with children held them close, while those without bowed their heads, not daring to breathe heavily.
The area they were in was called the Donkey Market because, in its prime, it was all about donkey business, with tens of thousands of donkeys gathered here.
Nowadays, the donkeys had long been burned to ashes by Xianhuo, but where did the sound of ten thousand donkeys braying come from?
The common folks naturally thought it was the wandering souls of nearby donkeys haunting the place, and the mere thought of ghosts made them shiver in fear,
Fortunately, the lanterns of the Spirit Patrol lit up all at once.
With the Day and Night Wandering God of Mingjiang Prefecture overseeing them, the people were not overly panicked.
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