Outside the paper sedan chair in which Xu Qing was riding, there were little ghosts holding skulls, using them as begging bowls, blocking his sedan chair to demand passage money.
At that moment, Xu Qing couldn't even distinguish if these were poor ghosts or highway ghosts. If not for their terrifying and hideous appearances, he might have thought he had returned to the mundane world.
A thought flickered in Xu Qing's mind, and the Straw Spirit Paperman took out a basket made of paper, scattering paper money to the sides of the street to clear the way.
"Which master has arrived? So generous with their spending?"
"Who knows, but for someone to be so ostentatious, it must not be an ordinary person."
Inside the sedan chair, Xu Qing held the sword given to him by Zuo Zixiong, sensing the opponent's position.
As for the chatter of the little ghosts outside the sedan chair, he paid no mind.