Lan Xingchen had used that short sword to cut off five of the Butcher Ghost's fingers earlier. It had no particularly special abilities, but it was sharp, and Ning Yan's abilities could bring that sharpness to its fullest potential.
Keeping her torso upright, Ning Yan crouched to pick up the short sword. With a horde of Ghost Creatures in front of her, she had no time to stand around in a daze.
"Nothing could be more suitable. But who are you?" Ning Yan watched a tall man covered in wounds approach from behind, carrying an enormous, bloodstained Butcher's Knife. He walked all the way past her and Su Bai to take a position farther forward.
For a moment, Ning Yan couldn't get a clear look at his face, but she felt he looked more like a vicious, terrifying Ghost Creature than the lesser ghosts facing them.
"Why do you have this short sword? I remember taking it into a game. I think it was in the mountains, and we had to find a way down." A fleeting look of confusion crossed Ning Yan's face before she shook her head hard. "No, I can't keep thinking about it. At least, there's no time for that now."
Ning Yan, Lan Xingchen, and Su Bai formed a three-person fighting force, while Fang Xiujie stayed at the rear to care for the gravely wounded Sister Yao. The two male players who had been guarding Sister Yao called the sisters, Qiu Man and Qiu Lei, over as well. They also waved to Feng Ling, who stood off to one side, hoping to keep every newcomer incapable of fighting sheltered at the back. But Feng Ling was so lost in thought that she seemed unable to hear anything around her.
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