Our greatest difference from the Ghost Kings was that they could find us, while we couldn't find them.
Modern surveillance was highly advanced and widespread, but it still couldn't make a person impossible to hide.
That level of surveillance could only monitor the living. It couldn't monitor ghosts.
If we couldn't find them, everything we did was pointless.
None of us could take someone's head from a thousand miles away, let alone kill a Ghost King out of thin air.
This overwhelming disadvantage was hard to make up for. You could say it was a fundamental weakness.
Perhaps that was why Ye Qing came up with his grand plan. If we couldn't kill every Ghost King, then we could focus on just one. No matter how hard that one was to find, at least we'd have a target.
I studied Chen Xiaoqiu for a while.
This time, Chen Xiaoqiu wasn't a fake. But even if she was real, there was nothing she could do here to turn things around. The news she'd brought only confirmed that Han Yun hadn't lied to me.
Two people had already given up. They were dead—dead forever...
I closed my eyes.
"I want to talk to Wu Ling," I said to Chen Xiaoqiu.
Chen Xiaoqiu took out her phone and dialed. Then she held it to my ear.
The call connected quickly.
I said nothing. Wu Ling said nothing either.
"We're safe now," Wu Ling said suddenly.
"Gu Mo and Nangong Yao are dead," I said at the same time.
We fell silent again.
"I couldn't save them," I said with difficulty. "I couldn't save them."
"Mm." Wu Ling gave a quiet reply.
"Did you know all along?" I asked.
"We'd suspected as much about Nantian for a long time. So Nangong's news didn't surprise