C358 Corpse Eating Pill Devil

Resting atop the soft straw, Jiang Dao gently rose to his feet. His towering frame descended from the ox cart with a large, unusually broad parcel slung across his back. His thick, jet-black hair cascaded down his back, flowing smoothly to his waist.

The cart driver's demeanor turned visibly anxious.

Behind the thatched hut, the faces of the Wang family of Fengdu's guardians shifted uneasily