"The passage of Ghost Soldiers?"
Yang Fangyu frowned deeply.
As a veteran of the Northern Garrison Army, he had naturally heard of this legend.
Such tales had long circulated within the army.
The old soldiers claimed that the passage of Ghost Soldiers always followed a great battle. It was said that Yama of the Underworld sent his imps to gather the souls. The lines were long because so many had died, and since they were all soldiers, they were all clad in armor.
In truth, legends of Ghost Soldiers passing existed all across Xuan Yang, though the details varied slightly from place to place.
Zhang Huanchang snorted coldly. "It's all just smoke and mirrors. Someone must be pulling the strings from behind the scenes."
As the Chief Constable of the Patrol Office, he had seen too many gruesome and bizarre scenes, all of which, without exception, were eventually proven to be people deliberately pretending to be ghosts.
Thus, he never believed in such things.
