Brother Qi was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He suddenly remembered how, when he and his men were approaching earlier, they had all inexplicably tripped. Not only had they tripped, but they had even dropped their guns in the process.
When they'd arrived earlier, there were vines on the ground. Tripping over them in the dark was one thing, but what about now? What was going on? He remembered with perfect clarity that the area in front of the cabin had been cleared. There weren't any vines.
What had tripped him?
Though Brother Qi's hands were stained with wicked deeds, he was a firm believer in ghosts and gods. Not only did his gang worship Lord Guan, but he also personally carried a peace charm obtained from a Feng Shui Master.
The more Brother Qi thought about it, the more he panicked. He immediately started scrambling away on all fours, only to be tripped again.
That did it. Brother Qi completely broke down. "A ghost! A ghost! Go away! Get away from me!"
