The Wailing Ghost Flute

Upon seeing the people in the forest, Xing Ye, in the midst of stretching lazily, paused. He was first surprised, then a hint of joy appeared on his face. However, he didn't reveal it and quickly suppressed the emotion, putting on a surprised expression.

Jia Wangde indeed knew how to handle things. In just one night, he had gathered so many people.

"Xing Ye!" Jia Wangde shouted, "Do you remember what you said yesterday?"

"What did I say?" Xing Ye instantly stood up, looked around, and then decisively ran in the direction he had already chosen.

"You dare not admit it?" Jia Wangde sneered. "It seems like you're just bragging. I thought you were quite remarkable before."

"I said you guys are fools, right? What, you weren't satisfied with what you robbed yesterday, and today you want to be robbed by me again?" Xing Ye spoke as he turned around, and people behind him quickened their pace.