"He later told the guards about this incident, and everyone thought he was crazy because he ran over alone and there was no one behind him."

"What happened next?" The people nearby were scared but curious, and were eager to know what happened next.

"At first, no one took it seriously. After a while of worrying about him, he stayed in the town for a few days before suddenly disappearing."

"A few days later, a traveling merchant came and said he had found a body on his way here, found dead in a field several miles from the city. The death was quite strange, as if the person had stiffened while standing and then collapsed."

"It's strange to say, but later everyone remembered that person and reported it to the authorities. The authorities sent someone to investigate, and it turned out to be the same person."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. After hearing this, I won't dare walk at night anymore." One of the strong men wiped the cold sweat from his back, feeling a little scared.

"Waiter, bring me a pot of wine to calm you down."

"Okay."

Loran Hill, who was sitting on the side waiting, turned his gaze to the man who was telling strange stories and thought in his heart.

Are there really such strange ghosts in this world? She was a little skeptical. After all, her teacher, Trinasha, was the Great Witch and Archon of the Mercury Dynasty, and a powerful person who specialized in the Undead Order.

According to her teachings, there are indeed ghosts, corpses and other monsters in the world, but she has never seen a ghost with such strange behavior and abilities.

Could this be a specialty of the East? However, as the Xiangyu Sect was a large and prestigious sect, she had not seen any record of such a special ghost in the sect's collection of books.

Calling people's names and exchanging their identities of life and death involve too many aspects. If it is just for killing, there is no need to go through so much trouble.

Just as the girl was analyzing the truth of the story, someone at the table spoke loudly.

"In my opinion, these are evil spirits raised by the Youchi clan, specifically to harm people. We should send people to Songyan Mountain and kill all those evil Youchi clan members."

"Hey, keep your voice down. Don't you see that there's a group of 'white knives' sitting over there?" A friend next to him pulled his sleeve.

The man turned around, looked at the group of people in moon-white robes, snorted, and sat down in dismay. Although he hated these half-human, half-ghost guys, he also knew how powerful they were, so he said nothing more.

"Sir, here's your dinner order." The waiter came over with a tray and placed three plates, one large and two small, on the table at Loran Hill's table. One plate contained stir-fried vegetables, one plate contained pickled radish, and one plate contained steamed buns.

"Thank you." The girl nodded, then began to eat slowly.

Listening to the whispers of others in the hall, she gradually understood that within Songyan Mountain lived a group of aliens. Their skin was extremely pale and bluish, and they were adept at the power of the Nine Netherworlds. They were called the Youchi Clan. Those wearing moon-white robes and carrying long swords on their belts were the descendants of the Youchi Clan and outsiders. They were called half-human, half-ghost, and nicknamed "White Knifemen."

Songyan Mountain was the former name of the Sunset Mountains. In ancient times, there was a large sect here called Songli Yanluo Palace.

After sorting out some local intelligence, Loran Hill had a general understanding of the situation here.

As she slowly finished eating the minced meat and eggplant on the plate, a burst of hurried horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the inn, coming from far away and then stopping at the door.

Bringing in the cold and frost from outside, a group of fully armed cavalry pushed the door open and entered.

"Boss, bring out the good wine and good meat. We're going to dine here today."

Their voices were rebellious and arrogant. More than a dozen of them walked into the inn, looked around, and people at several tables near the gate quickly gave up their seats to let these soldiers sit down.

"Okay, everyone, please wait a moment, the kitchen will be ready soon." The waiter wiped the sweat off his forehead and nervously smiled as he settled the dozen or so armored cavalrymen.

Loran Hill also learned the identity of this group of people from the subtle discussions among the people around him. They were the "Black Leopard Cavalry" under the command of the local governor. Their strength was around 2-3 in the war sequence, and they were indeed elite.