Only Jiang Wenyuan and Shan Bing, hiding in the nearby mountains and forests, were left staring at each other wide-eyed.
"Have you really received any...blessings from ghosts or deities?"
Even though Jiang Wenyuan usually didn't believe in such things, at this moment he found it hard to tell for sure.
Those Burly Men exuding an eerie aura were clearly not to be trifled with. The fierce tattoos on their bodies vaguely reminded him of some unpleasant memories—so it was understandable that they could track them here. But his companion having some kind of prophetic ability, that was truly hard to rationalize.
"When you were in the South..."
"No!"
Shan Bing decisively shook his head. Although he did serve as a War Soldier near the Southern Barbarians, he had never worshiped any of those strange deities they believed in.
