This old story from years past isn't known to many, but Tu Su's House's ancestor once fought alongside the previous Emperor to seize the realm, so he knew clearly where the Fuzhou Army had sacrificed themselves and fallen in battle.
The Skull Army in front of them should be those very Fuzhou Army soldiers.
"If that's true, then we're in trouble. These men were Death Soldiers. When they were alive, each and every one of them faced death without fear. Now that they've become skeletons, they're only going to be more troublesome."
Tu Suxuan broke out in a cold sweat.
"Big Brother, don't panic yet. How about I give it a try?"
Xin Lin finished speaking, her gaze sweeping over, looking at those Skull Soldiers.
"Honored Soldiers, we are not bad people. We are Fuzhou people, here to borrow the Spiritual Wisdom Grass for a time. If we have disturbed you, we beg your pardon."
Xin Lin said this and cupped her hands in salute.
