"What do you know? In recent years, the numbers of lost souls and Divine Slaves have plummeted. If this goes on...," Tumen said, then abruptly fell silent.
He waved his hand and laughed. "What's the point of telling you this? Don't ask so many questions. Just follow orders and do your jobs."
After walking for half an hour, their patrol to the south had gone quite far.
The surroundings gradually became desolate, and no other ghost clansmen were in sight.
"Boss Tumen, are we nearing the divine clan's territory?" Xie Changliu asked.
"Why are you so long-winded? Just follow," Tumen replied flatly.
"You two have joined us now. That's your good fortune. As it happens, there's something good for you to do."
"What is it?" Xie Changliu asked.
Tumen stopped and pointed at a great mountain in the distance.
"See that spot halfway up the mountain?"
Though it was quite far away, Xu Zimo vaguely saw a purple flower blooming on that bare mountainside.
But he could not make out any details.
"The Flower of Death?" he asked tentatively.
"That's right. Since you two just joined us, I'll give you a chance to prove yourselves," Tumen said with a smile.
"Go pick that flower and bring it back. I'll reward you handsomely."
Xu Zimo sneered. As expected, Tumen had harbored ill intentions. He had drawn the two of them into the group only to make them risk their lives.
This was already the border. That mountain should fall under the divine clan's jurisdiction.
Once they crossed the boundary, danger would lurk at every step.
"What? You aren't willing?" Tumen frowned, his voice turning much colder.
Xu Zimo smiled without speaking. His gaze swept the surroundings, searching for anyone else who might be arriving.
"I'll leave it to you," Xu Zimo