(Another chapter)
Martial Mansion.
"Soul, return! Soul, return..."
The elderly woman, with eyes blurred and dim, squatted on the ground, caressing the dolls buried in the earth, whispered:
"When will you return? When will you return?"
In the muddy soil beside her, hundreds of little ghosts poked their heads out, one of them staggered over and asked earnestly:
"Grandma, Grandma, when can we become the legendary Yin Soldiers?"
The old woman smiled kindly:
"Soon, soon."
She sighed softly, looking indescribably aged, yet her gaze was as fiery as flames, invigorated:
"As long as there are more of you, more until there are a thousand of you..."
The elderly woman's fiery eyes suddenly grew unfathomably deep:
"Then, just find the Bridge of Helplessness, the Emperor will emerge, discovering the long-lost Nine Netherworld..."
The little ghost nodded dumbly:
"Grandma, Grandma, does the Nine Netherworld really exist?"
"It does, it's always there."
