After speaking, the woman turned and left.
Fang had his hands tucked into his sleeves and lamented, "Jiang Shouzhong, oh Jiang Shouzhong, I genuinely feel a bit sorry for you."
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"Achoo!"
Jiang Shouzhong rubbed his nose, muttering, "Who's thinking about me again."
After saying goodbye to the burly man in the cave, he returned to the lakeside where he had previously stayed, with his dog in tow.
The fog over the lake, once thick as ink, had dissipated considerably, now draped lightly over the lake like a thin veil.
However, the heavy clouds obscured the moonlight, making the surroundings still dark and blurry, limiting Jiang Shouzhong's vision from extending too far.
"In this damned place, where can I find a boat?"
Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brows, his eyes scanning back and forth along the lakeshore.
Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the scattered, decrepit coffins distributed between the mountains and forests.
