The entrance to and exit from the alternate space had been eliminated, but we still couldn't leave Headless Island.
For the time being, we stayed with the film crew and watched the drama unfold.
The two soldiers had blended into the army, making them impossible for me to pick out. Their builds and uniforms were so similar that it was difficult to tell them apart.
"Is it all right if they're seen?" I asked Wu Ling.
Wu Ling shook her head. "They might have found out anyway."
"Huh?"
"Public opinion can still be controlled, but something like this..." Wu Ling lifted her chin toward the soldiers standing in formation. "There's no way the higher-ups don't know. They have to prepare for the worst."
"Ah..." I found it hard to believe.
To be honest, I'd never thought the army could do much about this. Ordinary people without special abilities or training in the relevant skills couldn't fight ghosts. Of course, if someone had a strong enough will, a resolute personality, unwavering materialist beliefs, and plenty of courage, even fragile ghosts might not be able to hurt them. That would leave both sides at a stalemate. But not all ghosts were fragile. The ancient-costumed ghost might have been one in ten thousand, but ghosts like Shen Xiaorong and the faceless women weren't exactly rare. Could ordinary people really resist them through sheer willpower?
My imagination ran wild, and I started thinking about training.
If they were soldiers, surely it wouldn't be impossible for them to learn some spells as a group?
Novelists and screenwriters always included the military when they let their imaginations run wild. And when something really happened, the military was indeed the first to rush to the front lines. Even if they weren't the protagonists in novels or movies,