"They are here!" a ghost official whispered hoarsely, his tone filled with an unmistakable sinister fear.
From the distant wilderness blanketed in gray mist, a withered, emaciated body with stiff movements staggered out— a lowly corpse ghost!
Most of the rotting flesh had already fallen off, revealing blackish-yellow bones, with empty eye sockets, only two faint red lights flickering within. One arm was just bare white bone, while the other dragged a rusty broken sword, making hoarse rasping sounds, as if it would fall apart with every step. This is the most common and lowest-level cannon fodder in the Netherworld.
"It's just a useless corpse ghost," I Want to Be Immortal seemed to comfort himself, trying to dispel the chill within his heart.
But Ye Luo's hand was already resting on the hilt of the saber at her waist, she murmured softly, "No, they're coming!"
