"… Gold… Gold… Golden Phoenix Bell…" the umbrella girl stammered with her head bowed, not daring to make eye contact with Lu Sheng.
"What’s it good for?"
"For summoning… summoning ghost subordinates…"
"Alright. And how about this?" Lu Sheng picked up the second item—the rectangular wooden box.
"Ancient… Phantom Grass…"
"What’s it for?"
"Sis’ formation… core…"
Another item he had no use for. Lu Sheng frowned as he put it down and picked up the third one.
This time, without his asking, the umbrella girl answered in stammers, "This… is the treasure map… left behind… by… Headless Ghost King."
"Headless Ghost King?" Lu Sheng had never heard of this name before. Probably it was famous among ghosts, but unheard of among mortals.
He continued asking the umbrella girl and finally figured out who this Headless Ghost King was after a while.
According to legends. The Northern Lands was a swathe of deserted snow land. Only very few fishermen and hunters could stake out a living here.