"Infused with Evil Qi?!" Scholar Lv looked around at the chaos caused by the Evil Qi, and the villagers whose temperaments had completely changed because of it.
Just the thought of this situation appearing on his wife, on his friends, caused cold sweat to run down his body.
At this moment, with his heart burning with anxiety, Scholar Lv couldn't care about anything else and immediately led the carriage back toward Niuxin Village.
It was quick on the way out, but slow on the return, and Scholar Lv didn't know if he could make it in time, he could only do his utmost to rush.
In order to make it back, he threw the theatre box and luggage off the carriage, taking nothing but an old man and a young boy.
On the dirt road, as he dashed, Scholar Lv saw a person on the left side of the road, someone who appeared to be an ordinary farmer, but now looked very unusual.
He was holding a kitchen knife, his mouth and body covered in blood, it was unclear if it was his own or someone else's.
