"Life-Buying Money?"
Chu Mo put on a curious expression and said, "I've never heard of such an urban legend in the Eternal Night Sea. Is it some sort of secret?"
"Yeah, yeah! I've been dead for sixty-odd years, and I lived more than a hundred before that. I've never heard of it either."
The ghosts nodded, their curiosity piqued.
"Heh, how long have you lot been ghosts? Barely a hundred years or so, and you think you should know the name of every urban legend?"
Commander Zhao scoffed. As though showing off his knowledge, he said with a hint of pride, "[Life-Buying Money] is an urban legend from a very, very long time ago. They say it looks like a copper coin. However it ends up in someone's hands, it instantly buys away all the years of life its holder has left. Even a third-tier cultivator will die suddenly from some unforeseen mishap."
"It's that powerful?!" The ghosts all sucked in a breath of cold air.
Something stirred in Chu Mo's mind. When urban legends merged, they could give rise to a new urban legend.
In that case, could the old object Xi Sang had used to forge the seal also have been an urban legend? Perhaps Commander Zhao simply did not know the circumstances behind it.
Then Commander Zhao continued, "Besides, His Lordship doesn't keep that seal with him at all times."
These words hooked every ghost's curiosity. Yet Commander Zhao seemed to do it deliberately: he suddenly fell silent, turned, and walked out of the barracks.
The ghosts remained where they were, scratching their heads and ears, tormented by curiosity. Chu Mo's eyes shifted, and he quietly followed.
"Why are you following me?" Commander Zhao asked without turning his head or slowing his steps.
Chu Mo quickened his