"Brother Wen, these aren't ghosts or zombies, they're my Spirit Soldiers."
Zhang Qihui quickly explained, he was afraid people would misunderstand.
Out here, he couldn't use the Celestial Master Mansion's name, and even less the Zhang Family's name.
"Spirit Soldiers?" Wen Yan looked closely, this was outside his area of expertise.
Wen Yan watched carefully. One of the skeletons couldn't help itself, looking all shy, hurried to pick up its skin suit off the ground, the whole pile of bones twisting as it scurried back to the cabin.
Once a skeleton moved, the rest copied it, quickly grabbing their skin suits, hugging them to their chests, and heading back into the cabin.
"..." Wen Yan was speechless, as if to say, I'm not some kind of pervert!
"Brother Wen, please don't mind them. My Spirit Soldiers are a little different—they have their own consciousness."
"It's fine, this is the first time I've heard of Spirit Soldiers too."
