"The Ghost Train Corps..." Urushibara Osamu pondered, his gaze not lingering on them, because he knew Ke Qirui's nature; if it were just these three from the Ghost Train Corps, they would never rush in so recklessly.
In just half a second, he suddenly looked up, gazing at the night sky above the sea.
At this moment, a giant teaching ruler was hanging beneath the solitary moon, with two figures standing on it, their silhouettes flickering in and out among the scaly clouds.
One of them was with his arms folded, wearing a tattered cloak and clad in silver and black armor, while the other figure had his hands behind his back, wearing a pair of reflective frameless glasses.
At this moment, the two figures on the teaching ruler were looking down coldly at the twelve members of the White Crow Travel Brigade.
"Ghost Bell, and... the president of the Exorcist Association?" Urushibara Osamu's gaze swept over the two of them, instantly recognizing them, yet his face remained calm.
