Chapter 50 Daoist Bone

Facing the setting sun, Cheng Ming walked into the gathering area, his figure pausing involuntarily.

The market street, which had been relatively tidy in the morning, was now in complete chaos.

Broken pottery jars, baskets with their bottoms showing, sections of grass mats torn into several pieces.

"Is this the aftermath of last night's events?"

Cheng Ming walked noiselessly to the rear of a large tree.

His lips moved slightly, and the Five Ghosts Bag opened.

He stood in the shade of the tree, stealthily observing the hurried stream of people.

The laborers hadn't come down from the mountain yet.

The common small-time street vendors were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a few Government Officials lurked not far away, shouting and driving away anyone they saw.

An old man was dragged out from inside a tent by a Government Official.

They barged into the tent, smashing and looting everything in sight.

In the end, they gave the old man a few kicks and left, cursing and swearing.