Southeast corner of Camp Hai, Flag B3 camp of the Flame Carriage Department.
Rows of single-story houses had been shaped from earth through sorcery, forming a seamless whole.
The furnishings inside were simple and uniform. Opposite the door, against the wall, stood a row of communal beds seven or eight meters long. A corridor over two meters wide lay before the beds, and large windows had been opened into both walls beside the door. There was nothing else.
Inside one of the houses.
Dim daylight filtered through the gray mist and streamed in through the enormous paper-covered windows.
Some of the Yinlings inside had their eyes closed as they slept, while others huddled together and whispered quietly.
Chen Mu and Shi Dechun sat against the wall at the edge of one side of the bed.
"Something's off." Shi Dechun frowned deeply.
"Other than the dozen or so newcomers from our group, everyone else is an old resident of Jigu City."
"They've all lived there for at least eight or nine years!"
Chen Mu raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"Someone must have tampered with the household registry and replaced us for the Jade Dew gathering assignment!" Shi Dechun's face was grave.
Chen Mu's heart stirred.
That was right. Among the countless Yinlings in Jigu City, some pursued fame and profit and were keen on earning military merit.
Naturally, there were also people like him who kept to themselves and did not want to get caught up in conflict.
But damn it, if you wanted to keep to yourself, then why mess with my registration?!
Chen Mu gritted his teeth.
"I heard that even dead Demon Monsters in Outer Heaven are dangerous."
"Many people die before they even reach the corpses."
"And those are veteran old ghosts with profound divine power."
"As for