Ji Mo stared blankly at the tall paper horse charging out of the mist and the pale skin of the saber-wielding general on its back.
The sight made Ji Mo feel as though he had fallen into a dream.
He turned toward Yang Jiuhua, hoping to ask him what on earth was going on.
But Yang Jiuhua looked just as bewildered as he was. He had no idea what this thing was either.
Just as Ji Mo was at a loss, he noticed the mist around them beginning to disperse.
Footsteps sounded, and Ji Mo looked beyond the railing.
Holding a small flame in one hand, Chen Miao braced his other hand on the railing and vaulted neatly over it.
Behind Chen Miao was something carrying paper offerings and a bag.
Although the thing had a human outline, Ji Mo could not describe it as a "person."
"Sh-Shui, that's..."
Ji Mo pointed at the thing behind Chen Miao, his voice trembling.
But Chen Miao simply waved a hand, signaling that now was not the time to talk.
Fortunately, the thing behind Chen Miao did not seem to be the "enemy" Ji Mo had imagined. From the way it obediently followed him, it looked more like... a bag carrier?
Then Ji Mo saw Chen Miao walk up to the two clumps of waterweed.
In the firelight, Ji Mo finally noticed that the two clumps of waterweed the paper general had cleaved apart were gradually tangling together again.
They seemed to be trying to regain their previous human shape.
This shocked not only Ji Mo, but Chen Miao as well.
"That didn't finish it?"
Chen Miao put away his heavenly heart fire. Beside him, Scorpion Corpse set down what he was carrying and walked over to the waterweed.
Scorpion Corpse grabbed the