"Who are they?"
Seeing the tribesmen being killed, the Priest suddenly stood up, glaring at Chen Nan with a ghastly face, as if he were a man-eating demon.
Although he didn't have much fondness for them, Chen Nan had to admire this Priest for being able to do so much for the village.
"Hehe, they are not our people, rather they are here to kill and silence."
The old priest's pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice trembled: "Did you lure them here?"
Chang Qing, who was standing nearby, was displeased and crossed her arms, snorting coldly, "What do you mean we lured them? Maybe they've been here all along."
"Impossible!"
The Priest shook his head decisively, speaking in a deep voice: "They clearly arrived after you appeared!"
At this moment, the black-robed individuals were gradually approaching them, even releasing a large number of Gu insects, their shadows flickering under the swaying firelight like a dance of demons.
