The two of them locked eyes.
Her gaze slightly narrowed, seemingly surprised that the young man's actions were faster than hers.
Alright, now there are suddenly two 'Yin Yang Road Inns' on this slope.
The corpse driving team above finally stopped.
"Ding ling ling... ding ling ling... ding ling ling..."
The Yellow Robed Daoist in front began to turn, while the one behind had to take larger steps, and those in the middle just needed to march in place.
After adjusting their direction, they began to descend.
Though it was a slope, they walked as if they were on flat ground.
They came down.
Li Zhiyuan made a downward pressing gesture with his left hand, and Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin each grabbed the yellow paper in their hands, lowering their heads.
Perhaps the two of them were still silently chanting in their hearts: You can't see me, you can't see me.
Life is a circle.
