It was only a building that looked like an exhibition hall. More light spilled from it than from the buildings around it, making it stand out all the more. But when Tang Changsheng saw it, that strange feeling from earlier surfaced again...
By the light, Tang Changsheng rolled up his sleeve. A bruise marked his arm, and a dull ache lingered there, as though he had been shot.
"That Ghost Domain really was dangerous. They were all Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts, though there were some Grudge Ghosts and Vicious Ghosts too... Who would have thought that once quantity turned into quality, they'd become so dangerous?"
He muttered to himself, remembering the imposing Divine General and his sorrowful plea for help...
Turned-down military coats, trousers with puttees, and three-cornered hats were unmistakably the classic image of an eighteenth-century North American army.
And the other side had plainly been fierce native Guard warriors of North America.
The two sides should have been mortal enemies! In the eighteenth century, North American troops had repeatedly attacked and driven the Natives from the pastures and hunting grounds where they had lived, forcing them onto barren reservations.
Countless battles had followed. In one of them, with Britain's backing, the Natives had even burned down the North American president's residence.
So why had these mortal enemies joined forces against the Three-Eyed Divine General in the Ghost Domain?
Tang Changsheng could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought. He looked toward the brightly lit building.
Even in the middle of the night, he could make out figures moving inside. It was hardly deserted.
Tang Changsheng did not approach. Instead, a more intrigued smile crossed his face as he stepped back and soon vanished into the darkness.
“Something seemed to be calling me. Did