"They all existed to kill us. In their eyes, we were nothing but playthings, nothing but food. They simply didn't care whether we lived or died."
"This war isn't our war, either. It's their war."
"Whoever wins, Magic City will have a new master. But what difference will it make to people like us compared to before?"
"That's why, now that the war has reached this point, all we want to do is hide. We have no intention of helping Magic City's side. Help Magic City's Fierce Ghosts eat us? Are we sick?"
Hearing this, I felt incredibly conflicted. I had originally thought this was a war to defend our homeland and repel invaders. But only now did I realize that the truth was actually this cruel.
That was right. No matter who the master of Magic City was, as long as it was a Fierce Ghost or Weird Tale, it would still harm people.
No wonder these people's expressions were so numb, as if this great battle had nothing to do with them.
In reality, it had nothing to do with them. This simply wasn't our war. But when the city gates caught fire, the fish in the moat suffered too. People like us, as insignificant as ants, could easily be crushed between these two great forces!
"This is outrageous," I said.
"Accept your fate. Wars in the Spirit Realm are simply like this. There's nothing strange about it," the passerby said bitterly.
"When the great battle begins, do we really have to hide in a hotel?"
"Yes. As long as we're outside, there's no way out but death. There's no other possibility," the passerby said.
"I understand. Thank you," I said.
Ye Xingchen pulled me along by the hand and said anxiously, "We should look for the Evil