Lu Zheng was already familiar with ghosts, and the one standing not far from him was clearly another ghost.
"Which ghost are you?" Lu Zheng squinted his eyes, "Why didn't you make a move just now?"
The newcomer was clad in brown armor, and compared to the previous ghost commander, his form was even more solid. His face, although pale, still carried a hint of life.
"Tonglin County Underworld City Patrol Envoy, Duan Zhong, at your service, Daoist!"
Oh? Underworld?
Lu Zheng's heart stirred; he finally encountered an official ghost god.
"Lu Zheng, Lay Practitioner of the White Cloud Temple, at your service, General Duan." Lu Zheng returned the courtesy with a grin.
"No, no, Daoist, you're too kind. I'm just a patrol envoy, certainly unworthy of being called a general. Just call me Inspector," Duan Zhong waved his hand repeatedly, but his face showed a satisfied smile, obviously pleased.
