That night, the stars were sparse in the bright moonlight.
After sending off Li Jingshu and Lu Huaijin, Li Boyang sat back on the altar at Ghost God Cliff.
This altar gathers the power of many ghost gods, enabling Li Boyang to best share the voices from the believers.
In a situation where it is impossible to actively isolate those voices.
Li Boyang had to sit on this altar for a long time to gain a bit of leisure.
In fact, this is also one of the major reasons why Li Boyang has returned to the village less frequently in recent years, gradually becoming a legend.
Especially in recent times, Li Boyang wasn't even sure how many places the Human-faced Fish had visited, or how many statues of himself had been erected.
"If you ask me, you just like to find trouble for yourself."
Appearing silently, then finding a comfortable place to lie down.
Xiluo looked at Li Boyang in the center of the altar, a trace of worry inadvertently flashing through her eyes.
