Chapter 97: The Sound of the Phoenix Flute, the Golden Crow Shines, a Dragon Dances at Dusk!_1

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Fang Wen's words instantly turned the expressions of his companions fierce—murderous and terrifying.

To survive, they had even created scarecrows, so killing a few more people carried no psychological burden.

"Don't act rashly, we're not sure yet!"

Wang Mingfu hurriedly intervened.

He looked at the charred remains of the bird-like creatures on the ground. This was certainly not something a few torches could accomplish. And then there was the large expanse of corpses spread out on the ground like a carpet. How had they all died?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility.

Could there be a God Hunter among these people?

Thinking this, Wang Mingfu immediately turned his gaze to Lin Baici, as everyone was looking to him for leadership. Then, Wang Mingfu's expression became respectful.

"Excuse me, boss, are you a God Hunter?"

It's always better to be polite, and Wang Mingfu knew when to be humble.