As Chen Mu walked into the gathering area, he paused involuntarily, facing the setting sun.
The market street, which was relatively tidy in the morning, is now in complete chaos.
Broken pottery jars, exposed bamboo baskets, and straw mats torn into several pieces.
"Is this a follow-up to last night's incident?"
Chen Mu walked silently behind a large tree.
The lips moved, and the Five Ghosts Bag opened.
He stood in the shade of a tree, quietly observing the hurried flow of people.
The laborers haven't come down the mountain yet.
The usual street vendors are nowhere to be seen.
Several constables were lurking nearby, shouting and chasing away anyone they saw.
An old man was dragged out of the tent by the yamen runners.
They stormed into the tent and ransacked and looted it.
Final
