There are evidently ten times more people than a hundred years ago, a result that's certainly extremely restrained if you think about it.
Jinlan Mountain stretches over thousands of miles, housing at most a few tens of thousands, isn't it just empty?
Yu Ziqing looked at the muscular hungry ghost and patted the creature's knotted muscles.
"How did you end up like this?"
The muscular hungry ghost hesitated, seemingly not daring to speak.
"Go on, I'm just curious."
The robust man felt a bit embarrassed but eventually spoke the truth.
It's simple, over a hundred years ago, he was just an ordinary hungry ghost residing in a locust tree, skinny as a twig, skin and bones.
But that day, he was fortunate to witness the village chief battling Yu Ziqing, where Yu Ziqing nearly had his physical form shattered from the beating.
