With the sound of dense footsteps, a group of black-clad men wielding knives rushed out from the front courtyard.
Every one of them looked fierce and sinister, their eyes cruel, and they cursed furiously with their knives raised:
"Where did these petty thieves come from, daring to..."
"Noisy!"
Li Yan directly drew the flintlock pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
With a violent roar, flesh and bones splattered everywhere, and those at the forefront instantly vanished without a trace.
"Firearms!"
The other men saw it and their faces were immediately filled with fear as they retreated.
Li Yan didn't bother with them; these people were obviously hired lowlifes.
The real enemy had already arrived.
Suddenly, a Yin wind blew around, the light dimmed, and twelve eerie lanterns slowly rose from within the courtyard.
The lantern papers were painted with strange human faces that emitted a woman's weeping sound as they spun in the wind.
