"Shadows?" The Head Escort looked down, puzzled. It was pitch-black, and nothing seemed amiss.
Then, realization struck him. "Damn it, it's that Desolate Grave Old Ghost!"
The Head Escort had traveled far and wide. Previously, he had been oblivious, like being in the dark despite the light, so naturally, he hadn't noticed anything. But after Wang Linchi's reminder, he spotted the problem instantly.
Hearing this, all the escorts drew their long knives, their expressions turning vigilant.
The shadows of the group melded together, and from the center of their collective shadow, a wisp of green smoke rose and coalesced into a humanoid figure.
It appeared to be an old woman with a pitted face, dressed in an old fur-lined jacket.
However, Wang Linchi looked closer and realized that the "pits" on her skin weren't pits at all, but clearly wormholes, from which white maggots occasionally dropped.
