The moment Kamishiro Yunluo stepped out of the car, the experts nearby, clad in ghillie suits covered in dry grass, all rose to their feet and silently gathered around.
Yunxiu looked around and realized that these were all elite members of the younger generation from the Kishare Gomen lineage, people who should have died during espionage operations and small-scale wars.
Yet they were all standing here, alive and well!
"Why?" Yunxiu asked in confusion. "Since when?"
"Thirteen years ago, when I was still in the military, everyone felt that even if we kept cultivating, sooner or later the old bastards would take over our bodies. Even if they did not possess you, they would feel threatened by you and arrange for you to die in an 'accident.' So, from that time onward, we began planning our fake deaths. Rather than being killed by others, we chose to die voluntarily and use that to escape," Kamishiro Yunluo said with a smile.
Thirteen years. Four hundred seventy-one experts. This was a ghost army.
They had lived deep in the mountains, feeding on wild beasts. Neither human nor ghost, they had survived in these barren wilds until now by clinging to a single breath.
Kamishiro Yunluo thought for a moment. "I had actually grown tired of it all and wanted to leave. These ghosts tried to contact me, but I never responded. It was not until Qing Chen told me that no one could avoid the war that was about to erupt in this world. I thought he was right. He was absolutely right."
He continued, "So, I came back."
The ghost army watched him quietly. They did not seem to care that Kamishiro Yunluo had once considered abandoning them. As long as Kamishiro Yunluo had returned, they would remain.
Beside them, Kongxu