Walls, Arrow Towers, and neatly arranged puppets.
Judging from the overall construction, it felt like a Military Camp, or perhaps a fortress at sea.
Xiaoxiao darted among the puppets, then slipped into the dilapidated buildings on either side.
Inside the dusty, ruined houses, weapons lay scattered everywhere, covered in silt and moss.
The other items had all rotted away, mixed together with the dampness and mud.
Finding nothing unusual, Xiaoxiao flew straight back out.
She met up with Granda and Beni, the two wraiths, and headed toward the central building behind the puppets.
The moment they entered the hall, the Three Wraiths froze, staring ahead in surprise.
At the very back stood a moss-covered stone chair. Reclining on it was a tall figure wearing decayed armor, resembling a transformed ghoul.
Just as the Three Wraiths assumed it was merely a corpse, Level Light Pillars suddenly rose from the figure ahead, like the rhythm of breathing.
Before they could react, the Level Light Pillars quickly vanished again.
A few minutes later, the pillars appeared once more, flashing briefly before disappearing.
Just like breathing.
Beni waved her hand, and the Three Wraiths circled around the ghoul to inspect the other rooms.
There were quite a few items and weapons stored inside. After confirming there were no other dangers, they turned and left.
The shared vision ended there.
Wu Heng released Xiaoxiao from his body.
He began pondering the images that had just been shared with him.
The puppets' builds and armor styles were the same as those they had encountered at the Ship Graveyard, proving that the two sides came from the same culture.
The puppets stationed in the courtyard were also better preserved than those at the Ship Graveyard. They should still be able to move.
What surprised him most, however,