The moment Kamishiro Yunluo got out of the car, the experts nearby, clad in ghillie suits covered in dry grass, all rose to their feet and silently converged on him.
Yunxiu looked around and realized that these people were all elite members of the younger generation from Kishare Gomen, who should have died during espionage operations and small-scale wars.
Yet now, every one of them stood here alive and well!
"Why?" Yunxiu asked in confusion. "When did this begin?"
"Thirteen years ago, when I was still in the military, everyone felt that even if we kept cultivating, sooner or later those old bastards would seize our bodies. Even if they didn't seize yours, they'd feel threatened by you and arrange for you to die in an 'accident.' So we started planning our fake deaths back then. Rather than wait to be killed, we chose to die on our own terms and escape that way," 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, clinging to life in this desolate wilderness by sheer force of will.
Kamishiro Yunluo thought for a moment. "I was actually getting tired of it all and wanted to leave for good. These ghosts tried to contact me, but I never responded. It wasn't until Qing Chen told me that no one could avoid the war 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 seemed not to care that Kamishiro Yunluo had once considered abandoning them. As long as he had returned, they would remain.
Beside them, Kongxu asked softly, "Why didn't Brother Yunxiu