Two villages meet.

Qiao ciguang and the others stood in front of the woodshed and looked on seriously.

However, the entire group was now shrouded in a layer of muslin-like fog, making it look like a wet landscape painting. It was blurry, and only a rough outline could be seen. It was impossible to identify who they were.

As such, Qiao ciguang and the others did not recognize the wandering cultivators in the group at all.

At this moment, the wandering cultivators 'vision was also obscured by the fog, so they did not notice Qiao ciguang and the others by their side. Both parties had practically brushed past each other, but they did not know each other.

Thus, the drummers continued to play the music, the wailing continued, the coffin carriers continued to move the coffin bed forward ... The children sang songs and chased after them.