Hearing Xiao Yu say this, the doubts buried in my heart finally had an answer.
These four war souls of the Ancient Ba Kingdom wore masks of evil gods, clad armor, and carried Ba Kingdom Scimitars.
One of them even had iron chains wrapped around his hands. He truly looked fierce and vicious.
The contrast with Xiao Yu's delicate, graceful figure was indeed striking.
It was possible that the ghost in the Hearse had mistaken the Ba Kingdom war souls who had come to welcome Xiao Yu for evil ghost bailiffs detaining her.
As I was thinking, the four armored Ba Kingdom war souls suddenly looked toward me.
Ghostly light flickered in their eyes.
Cold ghostly energy continuously poured out, and I felt the pressure mounting rapidly.
Yet at that moment, they called out to me in perfect unison:
"Xi!"
In ancient shamanic culture,
a xi was a male shaman.
Xiao Yu was a great shaman priestess, so she was called "Wu."
In my first life, I had been the last High Priest of the Shang Dynasty, so I was called "Xi."
The scene was far too formal, and I could sense that every one of them possessed absurdly powerful energy.
Any one of them alone could crush me outright.
For them to treat me with such respect at this moment, I was somewhat flattered.
I hurriedly cupped my fists and replied:
"Hey, hey, hey! No need for such formality, no need."
Just as I was responding, the four war souls of the Ancient Ba Kingdom and Xiao Yu all turned their heads in unison.
At that very moment, they all looked toward the school.
My heart skipped a beat, and I followed their gaze.
There was nothing there, and I sensed no abnormality either.
But one of the Ba