The Dragon Tiger Hall Master grimaced in pain, but in his heart, he increasingly felt that destiny was unavoidable. Surely, there would be more demons and ghosts appearing in Daxia in the future.
He looked around and then called upon his most trusted disciple, and left first with his valuables.
Only by quickly fleeing far from Changle County would the Dragon Tiger Hall Master feel slightly at ease.
Meanwhile, fifty miles outside the county, in a large military camp.
The Jianwu General, stationed there to suppress the bandits, also received reports from his scouts.
He heard that Governor Zhang had died.
The general also felt the gravity of the situation.
A prefectural governor had been killed, and by a single person at that!
Regardless of whether he believed it or not, those high-ranking officials above certainly wouldn't believe it.
They were highly likely to consider it a conspiracy.
And he himself might just be a pawn caught up in it.
