"Hmm?"
The troupe master stood at the edge of the stage, controlling everything with ghostly music. His singing suddenly faltered.
He abruptly turned his head and stared toward the ruins of the Looking-Home Platform to the west.
On the other side, Corpse Clothes Granny was also fishing in troubled waters.
The Old Hag was cautious by nature. Afraid of being accidentally hit by the Navy's indiscriminate cannon fire, she did not dare approach even with the Netherworld Stage's grand formation deployed. Instead, she hid in the thick fog and poured the bubbling green water from her clay jar into the river.
In an instant, a great mass of dead fish floated up from the river.
Their eyes quickly turned milky white. Maggots sprouted from their bodies, and then they began thrashing wildly as though they had come back to life.
Corpse Clothes Granny gave a hideous grin and suddenly flung off the robe sewn from human skin. It transformed into countless human-shaped shadow puppets that wrapped around the dead fish filled with Gu worms, burrowed into the water, and charged toward the Navy warships.
These sinister things moved incredibly fast.
Once they crawled onto the warship decks, all it took was for them to be smashed apart for foul-smelling dead-fish pulp mixed with Gu worms to burst out and spread rapidly.
Those struck by it all turned bluish-purple in the face, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed.
The Old Hag was best at releasing Gu and poison, skinning people alive to refine her own "Hundred Corpse Robes."
Back in the day, she had been a renowned figure. After being besieged by masters of the orthodox path, she had no choice but to join the Jianmu organization.
The Ghost Opera Troupe laid down the formation and trapped the enemy, while she