"Master, don't you think there's often a very strong smell of blood on this journey?" As his master took the plate from his hand, he voiced his perplexity.
"Have you noticed?"
Lin Caisang raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly.
There were many who did not want them to go to White Blind Mountain to save people, and just as many who did not want her Brother Molian to return to Shaohua City.
It was just that these people thought they could succeed, but they did not anticipate that someone had been quietly watching them and had effortlessly sent them to King of Hell Hall.
"Is it true? Someone wants to stop us from going to White Blind Mountain?" Zhen Wu asked.
He had thought that the occasional smell of blood on the road was just because their carriage carried meat, but he didn't expect there were actually people who wanted to end their lives on this path.
"But Master, those people..."