Chapter 130: The Murals in the Temple

Finally, they reached the wall on the north side.

"Should we head to the other side of the wall?" Wang Hao's heart raced.

Near the gate, there slept an old man with three hands, a mutant.

His body was massive, possibly three meters tall, with tattered clothes. His forehead swelled with many pus-filled bumps, his age unknown.

The mutant old man seemed to retain a trace of reason, as he woke from his slumber upon seeing the group.

He cackled, "Where did you snatch these poor kiddos from? Ah, how pitiful, such a sin, these little ones being caught by you!"

"You people from Taoyuan Village, how are you any different from us? How venomous!"

The main troop ignored him and continued towards the gate.

Facing a flurry of Papermen, and with so many residents of Taoyuan Village present, the mutant old man dared not launch a direct attack.