“Yi Xi is wearing the Prince of Lanling’s mask. He’s holding a sword and attacking people in the small town. He has wounded a few already!” screamed Yin Xinyue. 

“Hurry, let’s take a look! Also, bring something to defend yourselves!” I said. 

Yin Xinyue picked up a rake, but I stopped her. “It’s dangerous.”

She changed her weapon of choice to a bamboo stick people used to dust the blankets. 

We saw Li Mazi after we left the courtyard. When I saw his appearance, my eyes widened in surprise. He was wearing a tin bucket on his head and was holding two big pots. 

“You’re carrying such heavy items. Aren’t you afraid that they will weigh you down? What if you can’t run fast enough?” I asked. 

Li Mazi considered my suggestion....