On the dim mountain path.
Old Yang was running breathlessly.
He was dashing for his two million, with that money, his investigation on this island could become easier. The funds from the government had long dried up, and without some replenishment, he wouldn't even have enough for making talisman paper array plates.
Accelerating along the road, he looked back at the three white figures following him from a distance.
"The numbers have increased again... if it doesn't work this time, I must report this and can no longer keep it a secret." Old Yang gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Finding his direction, he saw the two-story shop by the seaside from a distance. In his eyes, the shop building wrapped in a circle of red glow had now been breached with a human-shaped opening.
At the breach, ghastly pale figures slowly walked into the shop, like predators smelling blood.
"Damn it!" His face changed. He accelerated even more.
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