Ghost Servants fear fire.
Yet tonight, it was raining.
The Ghost Servants understood how to use the rainy night to attack, a clear sign of intelligence...
Song Cheng, recalling the earlier "Hua Zhi" and the positive feelings it elicited, had made a further assessment of the "wisdom of the Ghost Servants": they could inherit part of the deceased's wisdom and memories.
...
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
Horse hooves tapped the spring rain.
The pitch-black streets saw splashes of water between the bricks and tiles.
Only a few red lanterns managed to reveal the hasty shadows of horses and the rainwater ponds splintering like crushed red silver...
A row of figures, clad in straw hats and raincapes.
Raindrops cascaded, bouncing wildly off the Dragon Beard Grass, only to be turned into mist by the swift movement of the horses.
Everyone's hands gripped the reins tightly, their eyes sharp as they rode quickly through the night rain in the county town, heading swiftly north.
