Zhang Chen wanted to tidy up the house himself, but looking at the wrecked state of it, he truly had no idea where to begin. "It would be great if I could forge a few Ghost Servants and have them handle things for me."
Zhang Chen looked at the torn quilt, the shattered cups, even the dirt on the kang bed that had been dug up and the floor tiles that had been pried loose one by one. During the time he had been away from home, no one had cleaned the house at all. Perhaps those people had never believed he would return.
Zhang Chen stopped trying to clean the house and turned to leave. He intended to go to the Mass Grave beyond the city and see whether any human spirits remained there. Now that heaven and earth had undergone great changes and spiritual energy existed, those ghosts should have had a chance to endure.
In his memories, there was a Mass Grave outside the city. Hundreds of thousands of civilians had been slaughtered by the Land of Plasters and thrown into a great pit there. Its resentment was immense. If ghosts truly existed in this world, this was the likeliest place to find them.
Although the Great Han had filled in the Mass Grave after its founding, ordinary people still felt waves of chill seep into their bones whenever they passed by, while an indescribable terror surged into their hearts.
Zhang Chen had only just pushed open the door when he saw Wang Fang, who was airing out quilts in the distance, poking half her head out to peek at him. The moment she met his gaze, she hurriedly pulled her head back.
"She is nothing but a petty person. Once I finish forging the Five Ghosts,