Training the Ghost Soldiers

12 midnight, on a day in the middle of July, the sky was now filled with a full moon, the slightly silvery white light was trying to penetrate the thin black clouds covering it, hoping to illuminate the world. As if wanting to see through all the things that people were trying to cover up, hide, not wanting others to know. The things that only people like Mr. Can and his student were silently doing.

On the other side of the mountain, there was a dark, gloomy forest. The rustling sound of the wind hitting each other was eerie, occasionally there was the sound of nocturnal predators howling in excitement when catching prey, or the painful groans of those defeated by the harsh survival of nature. At this time, there were two figures concentrating on something. In front of them was a small altar, on which were scattered things that would startle a normal person at first sight.

The two people consisted of a man in his late 70s leading a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. They were the master and his disciple "practicing magic" to subdue the "ghost soldiers". The boy following him was a disciple, a new initiate named Tuc.

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