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After finishing his pot of wine, Chen Ping'an was reluctant to even throw the wine pot away, instead putting the empty wine pot back inside his minimization treasure. He was slightly disappointed that he hadn't come across any ghosts and demons as he walked, and this was fairly similar to what he had experienced at Copper Official Mountain. Just as he was about to leave a mountain, however, he suddenly discovered an argument between two groups of people at the foot of a mountain in the distance. Both groups of people had their weapons drawn as they faced off against each other.
Chen Ping'an quickly snuck over, suppressing his aura and choosing a concealed location to hide.
There was a huge and crude carriage, one that wasn't covered on the four sides even though it was shaped like a carriage. In reality, it looked more like a wooden raft with a treasure seat placed on top. There was a burly and muscular man sitting on the treasure seat, measuring six meters in height and with his fists as large as bowls. He was holding a huge but appropriately sized wine bowl in his hand, and he was currently drinking to his heart's content with his head thrown back. Wine flowed down his hairy chest, and it was as if a dense forest were facing a deluge of rain.
There were many empty wine pots lying around the burly man's feet, and sitting beside his treasure seat was a curled-up spirit with a slender body and two pointy ears. She was holding a large bowl of wine in her hands, but she would occasionally glance at a certain person in the so-called enemy camp, with her eyes sparkling and tender as she did so.
The huge carriage was resting on the shoulders of eight small spirits.
In addition to them, there were dozens of underling spirits suited in armor and brandishing their weapons nearby, shouting in arrogance as they did so.
Facing off against these spirits from the mountains were a dozen or so ghosts dressed up as elite soldiers. These ghosts were tall and burly, and they were armed with sabers and crossbows as if they were elite soldiers on a mortal battlefield.
Their leader, a ghost general in silver armor, had an expression of fury on his face as he stood beside a living man who was an entire head shorter than him. The living...
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