It was known that no two sets of martial armor in the world were exactly alike.
It was also known that the skeleton before them wore the Great General's exclusive martial armor, and spoke to them in a familiar tone.
So, last question: who was this skeleton?
The moment Gongshu Wu spoke, everyone present felt their brains shrivel. The grief on their faces froze in place, leaving only tears streaming from their eyes. The tears traced two tracks down their cheeks before the battlefield wind dried them. It kept blowing until even the tears in their eyes were gone.
Gongshu Wu pulled his weapon free.
"Tsk. You really did come to mourn me."
There was little emotion in his voice.
The deputy general whom Gongshu Wu had personally promoted was the first to react. Her back teeth chattered as she pointed at him and stammered, "G-General, are you the Great General?"
Gongshu Wu asked in return, "Do you need to see the tiger tally to verify my identity?"
Though he couldn't see what he looked like right now, he knew that a talking skeleton in martial armor was enough to stop a child from crying at night—and to give anyone a serious fright. Gongshu Wu scratched his head through his helmet with a bony claw. In truth, he was just as puzzled as his subordinates. He and his benefactor had joined forces against that brat Gong Cheng. They hadn't gained much of an advantage, but they hadn't suffered much either. Yet, toward the end of the fight, Gong Cheng's expression had suddenly changed. He'd fled after taking two strikes that each pierced him four times and having his loin armor torn off.
Once Gong Cheng ran, the ancestors had gone back, too.
Gongshu Wu looked at the ancestors. Though he