Two hours later, Chen Guangsheng returned to Hechong Village and happened to see Yuchi fishing for shrimp by the river.
The crayfish, each as big as a palm, are not eaten because there's a fear they grew by feeding on floating corpses.
Before Yuchi could even ask, Chen Guangsheng's expression revealed a sense of "so that's how it is."
"Nephew, the Demon-slaying Bureau has already discovered them in advance."
Yuchi turned to look at Chen Guangsheng, unable to understand what he meant for a moment.
The Demon-slaying Bureau?
Logically speaking, the Demon-slaying Bureau shouldn't be here.
Isn't the Demon-slaying Bureau supposed to chop down demons?
Yuchi was confused, "Uncle Chen, I don't understand what you mean?"
"Come with me, Xun Xian is already waiting for you over there."
"Or..."
"Everyone is waiting for you to go there."
...
About three hundred miles from Hechong Village, outside a small village, appeared a dozen or so soldiers dressed in black.
