In the heart of Burial God Wasteland.
Today, a horde of ghosts made their passage!
Gui Qi led countless underlings toward the desert wasteland.
"Commander, the aura of this Burial God Wasteland seems to even influence our ghostly bodies..."
The Starved Ghost felt somewhat uneasy and said,
"Why would Lord of Ghosts come to this place? There's clearly nothing delicious here!"
The Hanged Ghost's crimson tongue dangled long as he spoke,
"Ignorant, since Lord of Ghosts has come, it means that there must be something within this wasteland that attracts him!"
While speaking, he looked at Gui Qi with perplexity and asked,
"Commander, why do you like wearing a mask? You didn't use to do this."
The face of Gui Qi darkened as he retorted,
"It's what I fancy—'a lady's whim bears no logic!'"
As he spoke, a gust broke through!
...
Finally, the flock of ghosts ventured deeper into the wasteland.
They found a valley.
A babbling brook ran through it, bitterly cold.