Qin Bao had only recently died, and his strength had not fully stabilized. Although he was a Ghost King, he was actually only somewhat stronger than an ordinary peak Ghost General. When he heard he was being sent to serve as cannon fodder, his face turned green, and he stammered, wanting to say something.
"Qin Bao! Why haven't you accepted the order yet?" Zuo Chen lost patience. He shot to his feet, frightening Qin Bao into picking up the command arrow and leading three hundred front-line soldiers to scout the enemy's situation.
Hundred Yin Mountain covered more than ten li and was shaped like the mouth of a gourd. As long as the defending general stationed a long-range army at the valley entrance, it could be called easy to defend and hard to attack. Yet Hundred Yin Cave lay inside the gourd's mouth, so if the government army charged in, it would likely suffer heavy losses.
Although there were several roads up the mountain, they all led into the gourd. Once inside, they became dead ends. Thus, although it made little difference to ghosts whether there was a road or not, none of them wanted to take these paths.
Yet the Hundred Yin Ghost King happened to live inside the gourd. After so many generations of City Gods had changed, no ghost had actually been able to do anything to Hundred Yin Cave. Over all these years, Hundred Yin Cave had become extremely famous in private, and rumors outside even said that it rivaled the residence of a second City God of the New County.
A ghost like Zuo Chen could not even tolerate Wei Ziling, much less a Hundred Yin Ghost King. He had recruited soldiers and bought horses precisely for this cave dwelling, and now everything had fallen