After the villager finished shouting, he ran into the village like a madman.
Ling Chuxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even if he was the White impermanence, there was no reason for him to come out and show off in broad daylight. She tilted her head and looked at Ling Gusong. He was dressed in white, wearing a tall white hat, and had a long face. Other than not holding a mourning stick in his hand, he really looked like the legendary white impermanence.
The village was in a state of panic, and the sound of a broken Gong was heard.
Ling Gusong looked depressed. It was just a pill. He hadn't died yet, but he had become a white impermanence.
Soon, a large group of villagers rushed over with hoes and shovels.
"Everyone, please listen to me. We are not ghosts. This is a misunderstanding." Ling Chuxi did not want to cause any more trouble and explained loudly.