After Wang Huzi reminded him sternly, Mu Wanqiu, Xie Sanshao, Wang Chao, and Li Guorui instinctively responded.
The words they said were different, but the meaning of surprise and surprise was the same.
According to previous speculations, if it was Yang Wen and the others who came to ask for help, they would bring back the Dryad Granny, or several Min Min-like ghosts.
That's troublesome, but expected.
Even if the control ability of the Dryad Granny and the Demonic Ghost over this mountain forest is weaker than expected, it would not be surprising if they did not know that Yang Wen and the others were leaving and came directly to kill them.
After all, they are here to slay demons. Shouldn’t the demons be allowed to slay them?
That doesn't make sense.
But it turned out that this was not the case. Instead, people came, many people.
This is strange.
When did this place, where caravans usually avoid it because of the Dryad Granny, and the mountaineers have to go to the next mountain to cut firewood, became so lively?
"no......"
Wang Huzi looked ugly and said: "I saw Yang Wen and Li Guangping."
"They're hurt."
"There are others, like those from the capital."
Wang Huzi made a judgment based on the scene he saw at a glance with lightning and thunder.
Mu Wanqiu and others were startled again.
Wang Huzi is the oldest and most knowledgeable among them. He has dealt with all kinds of religions, so his judgment will not be wrong.
"Could it be..."
Before Mu Wanqiu and others could react, Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat and he secretly thought it was not good.
"Oops, the worst has happened."
"Yang Wen and Li Guangping deliberately concealed information from their companions. It was not a matter of differences in ideas or a dispute of principles, but a real collusion."
"And this collusion is quite deep, so deep that the seven of them are the ones who attract attention and lead the charge."
"those people......"
Chen Yang smiled bitterly: "...He is my person!"
He was one step ahead of Mu Wanqiu and others, and he guessed who many of the people Wang Huzi mentioned were?
Aren't they the original owners of his body, the maids, nuns, servants, and guards brought from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion?
Mu Wanqiu and the others gathered behind Wang Huzi with vigilance and looked outside.
No one noticed that Chen Yang, who was talking to them just now and warning them, silently turned over again, facing away from everyone.
He hasn't figured out how to face the people in Zhenbei Palace yet.
If the death of the original owner has nothing to do with the people of Zhenbei Palace, then it is just a ghost.
Chen Yang didn't believe even a single punctuation mark.
Where is such a coincidence?
As soon as he made up his mind to break away from the fence, he went up the mountain, and someone immediately started killing him on the other side.
To put it mildly, this is someone who tipped off the news;
To put it more seriously, it was entirely possible that it was instigated by insiders.
Chen Yang turned his back to the ruined temple door, his ears pricked up. Gradually, in addition to the sound of wind and rain, he could hear the sound of dense footsteps treading water, gradually approaching.
Wang Beard's men exchanged glances, reached a consensus, and silently retreated, giving way to the ruined temple gate.