Outside the city, the little fox darted through a dense forest.
It wanted to find some ghostly beings to ask for news.
But much to its vexation, it encountered some Ah Piao along the way, yet these Ah Piao, seeing it as a ghost cultivator from another place, ignored it.
Much less could it inquire about matters concerning Wangjing City.
Whenever it asked a question, those Ah Piao scattered like birds and beasts.
The sky gradually darkened, and the little fox still hadn't gathered any information, feeling somewhat dejected.
It retraced its steps, not finding Xin Lin, knowing that Xin Lin must have entered the city.
It took a shortcut, and ahead mist surged, revealing several mounds among the sight.
This was the Burial Forest outside Wangjing City, where some poor folks' corpses, having no place to be buried, would be thrown here.
The little fox, indifferent, prepared to dash past when it heard voices.
A wheelbarrow was being pushed by several burly men.
