More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye, deep into the night.
Gray fog slowly surged, firmly enveloping the skies above Hai Character Camp. Several groups of ghostly green flames, like the pendulum of a clock, moved slowly yet ceaselessly through the mist.
Flame Moving Division, Yi Third Flag encampment.
A faint green light penetrated the large paper windows into the barracks, shifting gradually with the passage of time and slowly illuminating Chen Mu's profile.
Sitting cross-legged against the wall, Chen Mu opened his eyes and quietly surveyed the barracks.
It was now deep into the night, and everyone else had fallen into a deep sleep, with Shi De Chun muttering incoherently not far away.
"Do Yin Spirits dream of ghosts?"
Chen Mu silently watched the various sleeping figures without making a sound.
He had stayed in the Netherworld for several months and discovered that these so-called Yin Spirits were not the spirits of the dead in the traditional sense.
