The muffled rumble of thunder faded into the clouds.
In the rain, a figure sat up in the Pit of the Dead.
He lowered his head and looked down at the longsword in his hand.
It was a sword carried by a fallen soldier. Two small characters were engraved on its hilt: "Seeking Wind."
Seeking Wind was the common name for a scout's sword.
The blade was short, narrow, and sharp, often used when enemies suddenly closed in. Among standard-issue weapons, it was quite good.
Gu Qingshan put the sword away and rose from the pile of corpses, letting the wind and rain wash the filth from his body.
—Even though he had once again arrived at this moment, and his sword had awakened, his strength would never return to him.
If he revealed that kind of strength, he would likely draw the evil demons at once.
So for now, he had a wealth of insight, skills, and experience, but no strength at all.
The other him on the reverse side of time was the same.
As he thought this, he walked toward the Military Camp.
—Then he suddenly stopped.
BOOM!!!
Lightning flashed across the sky, suddenly illuminating the earth—and another figure standing in the downpour.
The Platoon Leader.
He stood not far in front of Gu Qingshan, staring at him in silence.
"Who exactly are you?" the Platoon Leader asked in a hoarse voice.
"—At any rate, I'm not one of the living," Gu Qingshan said.
He started forward again, walking toward the other man.
"I can smell death all over you... but clearly, you're not one of us," the Platoon Leader said.
"I'm one of the dead," Gu Qingshan replied.
"Why would the dead appear in the world of the living? What are you planning?" the Platoon Leader