The next moment, in the courtyards of the two streets and alleys, hundreds of figures rose into the air, the sound of sharp whistles was earth-shattering, and people everywhere screamed: "The palace guard is doing his work, all the rest, get out of here!"

Tens of feet away, from several pavilions, two blue-robed captains came out with a large group of warriors and guards.

A blue-robed captain stared in shock, looking at the mist covering a large area of ​​the street: "What's going on with this fog? It's winter, where does the fog come from?"

It was clear that he was not far away, and the captain shouted loudly, but his voice came through the mist and became blurry and misty, as if he were miles away.

From this point of view, the mist accompanying the appearance of these strange women is similar to the water mist used by Lu Qian to cover his tracks.

It's just that in Lu Qian's water mist, there is no such bone-chilling, weird chill that makes people feel chills in their hearts.

The white-haired woman slowly turned around. She looked at the guards and supervisors who were coming from all directions, and sighed faintly: "There are so many gentlemen, I can't stand it. Hey, hey, I'll make fun of you next time."

In the flash of figures, the white-haired woman and a dozen figures in red skirts rushed into the Luanfeng sedan at the same time.

It was a small one-person sedan. God knows how they squeezed in with so many people.

The mist rose, and the Luanfeng sedan floated three feet above the ground, speeding silently along the street and crashing head-on into the two captains and their large group of subordinates.

Lu Qian suddenly jumped into the air, jumped seven or eight feet high, jumped out of the mist-shrouded height, and shouted in the direction: "Sir, please be careful, there is a ghost in this sedan chair!"

When the captains, warriors, and guards heard Lu Qian's roar, they all slowed down.

Behind them, dozens of brave ghosts wearing armor, holding spears and halberds, strode out in a neat formation.

The spears and halberds were like a forest, stabbing hard at the speeding sedan.

The door curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and dozens of white silk ribbons were shot out. There was a crisp sound of "pah, pah, pah", and the white silk smacked each of these ghosts in the face.

Dozens of figures flew into the sky.

When they took off, they were still tall and strong men.

When they landed, they had turned into shriveled, dehydrated mummies.
Chapter completed!