"So there was Woodland after all... These trees could be put to good use, too... The Netherworld might be barren, but this area looked rich in resources..."
On the distant mountain stood great swaths of Woodland. Unlike trees in the Mortal World, each had grown into a bizarre shape, its countless forked branches resembling ghostly claws.
Tang Changsheng considered this but did not go to inspect the trees.
They were not going to sprout legs and run away. Looking farther out, he could make out what seemed to be a City through a gap in the mist, where some patches were thicker than others.
"So that was the City God Underworld Office? Things really did look bad. Not even a spiritual glow remained..."
Tang Changsheng gazed at it from afar. An ominous feeling rose in his heart, though the omen was not directed at him alone.
"Commander, we've found a group of Wild Ghosts... They don't seem friendly." Yuan Wu soon came over to report.
Wild Ghosts?
The term did not mean the weakest Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts. It meant Ghost Creatures that drifted about with no master.
Tang Changsheng looked over. Sure enough, a crowd of ragged ghosts occupied a mountain hollow—the Wild Ghosts Yuan Wu had mentioned. There were quite a few, perhaps several hundred.
At a glance, these so-called Wild Ghosts were surprisingly orderly. They had made camp as though they belonged to an organization.
They seemed to have spotted Tang Changsheng's group as well. They formed ranks and began advancing.
"These don't seem to be Wild Ghosts. Someone's commanding them," Tang Changsheng said.
"Could we have run into a Ghost King?" Du Song finally found a chance to speak, but his face changed color as he said it.
"Nonsense. Who would dare call himself a