"I was wondering what it was?"
"Turns out it's just ghosts."
Zhang Ze stared for a long time before he could see what was moving in the fog.
It was a group of ghosts with no legs, dressed in clothing from the former Dongqi dynasty.
These ghosts were clearing the way for Tang under the guidance of his spell and incense burner.
They had clear divisions of labor and moved efficiently.
The two ghosts in front were responsible for clearing the brambles, and once people passed through, the ghosts in the fog behind restored the road to its original state.
There were also a few responsible for setting the mood, puckering their little mouths to make strange bird calls, and clapping to the rhythm.
These ghosts were faint in color, bluish white without a hint of black, clearly good ghosts well-fed on incense, likely nurtured by the old Celestial Master's family.
