be a breath of fresh air in the ghost market.My brother pulled out a folding military shovel from his backpack. Seeing him stretch his arms and prepare to dig a grave, I couldn't help but think silent...ey're nothing." He comforted me with a smile.So what The Ox-Head General was hacking up the ghosts at the entrance to the Demon Path, limbs flying everywhere. Even without the blood splatter, it was...