The three of them looked up together.
A Black-Clothed Faceless Man hovered overhead in Heaven.
Intensely powerful ghost qi poured from its body.
"My lord, I run fast. The horses can't catch me," the Skeleton said at once.
"I can ride a horse. They can't ram or trample me," the Long-Haired Female Ghost said.
"I hid underground," Xu Yuan added.
Only then did the Black-Clothed Faceless Man nod.
"Across thousands of miles of plains, more than ten thousand applicants for training became fodder for the Horse Herd. Only you three qualified."
"Here are two entry tokens. You can have them."
As its words fell,
the three of them slowly descended to the ground.
Two black waist tokens landed alongside them.
Several words were engraved on each token:
"Nine Nether Prefecture · First-Floor Pass, Military Rank Conferment Rune."
Three people.
Two tokens?
The Black-Clothed Faceless Man spoke again.
"Before that—"
"Ordinary Ghost, come with me. I have a few questions."
"Yes!"
Xu Yuan followed it into the distance.
They stopped behind a small hill piled with white bones.
"Your circumstances have been verified. You were indeed a veteran of the battlefield, you did earn merit in the Vanguard Assault, and that lord did personally choose you," the Black-Clothed Faceless Man said.
Xu Yuan smiled.
After two lives as a man and one as a ghost, he had already figured it out.
That Hellhound and Skeleton Referee had both been expendable cannon fodder.
If they had killed him—
the people above would very likely have disposed of them as cannon fodder too.
Because—
"How dare you kill a decorated battlefield veteran? You must answer for it!"
With him dead, his place would open up.
With them dead, they would take the blame.
Everyone would be happy.
But—
he had killed them instead.