"I want a city! A blood sacrifice of its people." The Old Ghost's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with intense hatred.
"A city? Heh." Nine Candles spread his sleeves, placing them on his knees while giving a sinister smile. As the mist churned, the Old Ghost's face grew even more fierce and irritable. He spoke slowly and with an eerie gleam in his eyes, like the flickering flame above, "Old Ghost, surely you don't think things are like in the past. Back then, we did such things but it was a gradual process, choosing distant places. But now, with two armies at war, scouts and spies fill the nearby prefectures and counties, heavily guarded. Why do you think I can help you?"
The Old Ghost bared his teeth, "There's still King Liang and the Beiliang troops. You're under his banner. Anyway, he's waging war. As long as he captures a prefecture, speak to him, it shouldn't be difficult."
