Nezha finished off the horse bandits, put away his long halberd, feeling immensely satisfied, and galloped towards the town.
Dusk.
Sunset.
The sky was not dark yet, but the shadows of stars were already appearing above, and they were brighter than usual.
The sound of gongs and drums cleaning the streets began in the town, and people on the main street immediately started heading into the shops on both sides, chaotic yet orderly. As for those passing merchants who had nowhere to go, they could only squeeze into those dark alleys along with the beggars.
With some luck, they were extorted for money but could still save their lives. With no luck, everything turned to nothingness, and eighteen years later, a brave man would rise again.
This was not an everyday occurrence. The main street of Lingquan Town was built wide and straight to facilitate the passage of large troops. Whenever the cavalry passed by, gongs were sounded to clear the streets in advance.
