The egg-bound spirits who had been to the battlefield were clearly the unlucky bastards they called themselves.
One egg-bound spirit lady, her hybrid body glowing with a blend of ghostly pale green and pearl white, raised a spirit-formed wine glass high.
"To us witches who fell before making it home!"
"Yeah!"
"May Angelite bless those idiots who used us as cover with a hefty fine!"
The egg-bound spirits burst into laughter. One of the loud ones shouted:
"The one who used me as cover was my bestie! She even took my death benefits to eat, drink, and have fun, saying she'd enjoy my share too!"
They parted, revealing a petite, exquisitely tiny egg-bound spirit. The tip of her nose was red, and she gritted her teeth as she forced out a sentence.
"Shameless!"
"Shameless!"
The egg-bound spirit witches raised their glasses in unison. Jiang Han, mingling among them, also lifted her Cat Cup filled with cane liquor. Though she was certain that if this witch had received her sister's death benefits, she would have gone off to eat, drink, and play too, Cat's emotional intelligence had finally hydraulically risen from her tail to her spinal cord and brain, so she kept it to herself.
The egg-bound spirit Owen. Mikam's cheeks were flushed red—spectral vodka! She let out a drunken burp, then hurriedly covered her mouth.
After lowering her hand, she raised it again, pointing her index finger at Jiang Han as she loudly declared:
"I've realized something—we still need to be smarter. Look at how smart this Cat is. She ran around the battlefield several times and didn't even lose more than a few cat hairs... Ah, unlike us, who got bluffed by that Eleanor into becoming high-grade cannon fodder!"
The spirits all chimed in with agreement.
"Fuck, I really