On the way, I played with the axe in my hand.
I looked at the characters on it that I couldn't understand at all. How had the Spirit Axe recognized them?
I asked Ru Hua, "Do you recognize the writing on this?"
"No. The clan leader said this script originated in ancient times, but it was never truly widespread," Ru Hua said.
So that was it.
Naturally, not many people would recognize a script that had never truly become widespread.
It was normal for Guiguzi's inheritance not to contain this script, but I believed Guiguzi himself should know it.
"The Twenty-Four Ghost Clans all originated in ancient times, and the Spirit Axe already existed back then. Perhaps it encountered this script before," Ru Hua added.
Ye Jinghong asked, "Are there really many among the Twenty-Four Ghost Clans that have survived from ancient times until now?"
Ru Hua smiled. "How could there be many? Ghost clans have lifespans too. We call it yin lifespan. Even the clan leader couldn't have lived until now if it hadn't once obtained some kind of fortunate opportunity."
At this point, her expression dimmed again. "But it said its end is drawing near. It probably has less than a hundred years left to live."
A hundred years was an extravagant hope for us humans, but for ghost clans, it probably didn't even count as infancy.
Ordinary ghost clans could live for several hundred years.
But Ru Hua seemed to recall something. "Oh, right. The clan leader said there's another ghost clan like it, one that has survived from ancient times until now. And that creature didn't live this long because of some fortunate opportunity. The clan leader suspects it underwent some sort of mutation, possibly caused by an external influence."
In other words, the creature Ru