The gaunt Ghost with the tall hat reached out and grabbed the arm of the Two-Horned Ghost.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going home."
Hearing the Two-Horned Ghost's matter-of-fact answer, the gaunt Ghost with the tall hat suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.
He understood at once: these two horned Ghosts had a different destination from the very start.
That's right, this Two-Horned Ghost had been trying to persuade everyone since before entering the Nether Path.
How could a guy like that possibly have the same goal as the rest of them?
If the goal were the same, wouldn't he have to leave from the Big Intersection with them?
Wouldn't that just be knowingly marching to their deaths?
They just happened to descend to the Nether Path together, but their destinations were worlds apart.
Their group of Ghosts had arrived, now stuck in a dilemma, awkwardly loitering here, completely at a loss for what to do.
But those two brothers—they were just passing through.
