Sun and moon shorten human life, twelve ghosts return to rest,
Lift your head to see the void, hear curses of ghosts everywhere.
Xiong Sanqi stands at the village entrance, his tall figure shrouded in mist, at this moment, his eyes emit a terrifying brilliance, as if he is no longer human.
Behind him in the mist, twelve terrifying shadows flicker intermittently, as if they might leap out at any time.
The twelve figures, some hunched, seem as if they are elderly men nearing their end, their long beards like whips striking through the air...
Some are burly, over three meters tall, with horns on their heads, rugged and frightening...
Some are graceful and enchanting, their waists swaying like a long stream, their ten fingers frenzied like a succubus...
...
Humans have a thousand faces, ghosts have myriad forms, the one who can claim the top among them is the Ghost General.
Thud, thud... thud, thud...
