More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Late at night.
Gray mist slowly churned, firmly shrouding the skies above Camp Hai. Several clusters of ghostly green flames drifted through the fog like the pendulums of grandfather clocks—slowly, yet without ever stopping.
Flame Carriage Department, Flag B3 camp.
Faint green light filtered through the enormous paper window into the barracks. As time passed, it slowly shifted until it fell across Chen Mu's profile.
Chen Mu, sitting cross-legged against the wall, opened his eyes and quietly surveyed the barracks.
It was already deep into the night. Everyone else had fallen asleep, while Shi Dechun muttered indistinctly in his sleep not far away.
"Do Yinling dream of ghosts?"
Chen Mu silently watched the people around him, each sleeping in a different posture.
After spending several months in the Netherworld, he had discovered that these so-called Yinling were not spirits of the dead in the traditional sense.
They ate and slept no differently from living people. Their personalities and preferences varied, and they did not seem particularly attached to their past lives. They were more like another kind of vibrant life, retaining only fragments of their former memories.
As another streak of ghostly green light swept past his eyes, Chen Mu gave a slight shake of his head and gathered his thoughts.
A subtle fluctuation slowly spread over everyone. The Divine Bewilderment Divine Ability brought by the Heavenly Demon True Form was quietly activated.
It might not work on Old Ghosts, but with just a little more force, it could easily make these people sleep more deeply.
The next moment, Chen Mu's figure blurred, and his entire body sank into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
More than ten meters beneath the barracks.
Within a secret chamber the size