Following the direction of the voice, I looked over. After my initial shock, I was filled with delight. The leader of this group of ghost generals was actually a ghost I knew! He was sitting upright atop a sedan carried by eight ghosts. A Banner of the Ten Thousand People was spread above it.
With his sharply raised sword brows and rugged, heroic bearing, who else could this ghost be but Wei Ziling?
"Brother! Hahaha! The flood has rushed into the Dragon King's temple! You finally made it!" Wei Ziling held the Yin-Yang Token and slapped his thigh with his other hand before standing up.
"Brother Wei? How did you end up becoming the City God of Lin County?" I glanced around. There were several hundred yin soldiers and more than twenty or thirty ghost generals. The lineup was the same as before, but Wei Ziling was now part of the official forces. He was even wearing the City God's robe. His rehabilitation had been a complete success.
"Ah, I've missed you terribly, little brother. Come up quickly! I want to have a proper talk with you. I've been cooped up for so long I'm about to die." Wei Ziling stood and tried to jump down from the sedan, but all the ghost generals put on expressions of reluctant deference. Embarrassed, he simply had me come up instead.
The whole group of ghost generals turned around and glared viciously at me.
Wei Ziling was extremely embarrassed. He was a bandit who had become an official, and he still had no sense of propriety whatsoever. All his old bad habits were on full display, and he had yet to shake any of them.
"Damn it, I'm not patrolling the city today. We're going back! Prepare a feast for my brother!" Wei