Seeing the astonishment in Jiang Cheng and the others' eyes, Zhennan Hou's voice began to tremble, as if he had fallen into some terrifying memory. "You have no idea how frightening General Guo and his men really were..."
"I've heard a little. It's written in books and even in plays: they could rip armor apart with their bare hands on the battlefield, and his personal guards could each take on a hundred men. General Guo even cut down the dynasty's troops one after another..."
Jiang Cheng hadn't finished speaking when Zhennan Hou interrupted him. He shook his head repeatedly, looking extremely tense. "A hundred men, ripping armor apart with bare hands—those things sound exaggerated, don't they? But I'm telling you, they're all true. And... and what really happened was far more terrifying than you can imagine!"
"No human—even the strongest general alive—could do such things. But they did. Do you know why?" Zhennan Hou suddenly fixed his bloodshot eyes on Jiang Cheng, who stood at the front. "Because... because they weren't human at all! They were ghosts! The most vicious kind of ghosts!"
"No, that's not right. They... they weren't ghosts. How could they possibly be ghosts?"
"The ghosts were hiding inside their bodies. As soon as they smelled blood, they'd crawl out of them, turning them into monsters that were neither human nor ghost!"
"Then they became utterly bloodthirsty, as if they were entirely different people. No one could stop them, and they couldn't stop themselves. Anything in their way would be torn to pieces..."
As Zhennan Hou spoke, his state of mind seemed extremely unstable. It was easy to imagine how deeply the events of that time had shaken him.
At the same time, his account gave Jiang Cheng and the others a strange sense of familiarity: slaughter,