Four paper figurines carried a bamboo palanquin, and upon the palanquin, a person lay slumped.
Wen Yan stimulated his yang energy and charged straight through without hesitation. Any nether soul from the rear that collided with Wen Yan evaporated on the spot.
The four paper figurines wailed miserably and turned to ashes, and the bamboo palanquin crashed to the ground.
Wen Yan stepped closer for a look, frowning—turns out, it wasn't Zhang Laoxi, but judging by the looks, a fruit farmer who worked on the mountain. Wei State had an abundance of fruit trees, and all sorts of fruits were quite famous there.
So besides Zhang Laoxi, there were actually other people being carried in.
He tried checking for breath—this person was no longer breathing.
Zhang Laoxi followed up from behind, glanced at the man, and let out a sigh.
"His body is intact; he must have had his soul taken directly. Maybe he was only just killed recently, and right after dying, was brought in here.
