Chapter 20: Pretending
“It’s already tragic enough to be ‘ordained’ here, and now their corpses aren’t even…"
"That’s enough."
The red-faced cultivator had only finished mumbling halfway when one of his Martial Brothers elbowed him.
Wu Xingxue glanced at them, then turned his head over to the commoners. Their expressions were extremely unpleasant, staring at the talisman in Xiao Fuxuan’s hand and looking like they were in a daze. One of them swayed incessantly, unable to even stand steadily on his feet.
He probably wanted to bend down to recover a bit, but when he did so, the coat was pressed against him and the pungent smell of incense permeated the air again.
"……"
The cultivation disciples immediately rushed to him and held him up.
One of the disciples said, “My Martial Brother has a big mouth and he talks nonsense all the time.” They were extremely afraid that the smell of incense would be too strong and would draw in some unpleasant beings. He quickly continued, “Actually, things are not that bad. Maybe… maybe…"
He said maybe several more times, but still couldn’t come up with anything. He looked over with a face pleading for help, and his face was already bright red from the distress.