After paying the escort agency their final balance, they left at top speed. By habit, they would normally stop for a hearty meal and a good rest before hitting the road again, but this Taoyuan Prefecture was simply no place for human beings. Forget about eating; the mere thought of food made them want to vomit.
Real men who spent their lives escorting caravans had seen it all—they had even fought mountain bandits multiple times, clashing in brutal, life-or-death hand-to-hand combat. But compared to the olfactory assault here, close-quarters combat didn't seem scary at all. Staying in this haunted place was what truly terrified them. With their silver in hand, all they wanted was to get out immediately.
Tables turn, and this time it was Zhao Yan's turn to feel envious. He wanted to leave this place, too.
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