Hezhou.
The wind tonight carried a hint of chill. After midnight, a figure suddenly appeared on the deserted street, as if emerging from the ground, and made its way to the Chenghuang Temple at the southern part of the city.
"Lu."
The shadow bowed slightly towards the statue of the military officer beneath the Chenghuang Temple. Then, a flash of spiritual light passed over the statue, and a rather valiant-looking man walked out from it. He held an iron whip, identical to the weapon the statue held. After his figure appeared, two attendant-like figures dressed in patrol uniforms emerged from the clay statues on either side of the city god's seat.
"Song."
Lu Jun cupped his hands towards the Daoist-clad man in front of him. His tomb was not very large, just an in-and-out place, so he did not invite him into the underworld dwelling beneath the Chenghuang Temple.
