Not long after, footsteps were heard from the shore.
More than ten people came from the direction of the fishing village, some in tattered clothes laboring, others armed ronin, exchanging torch signals with those on the ship, clearly signaling codes.
"Look over there!" Lv San quietly reminded.
Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see an unknown dense fog rising on the beach with seven figures wearing tattered armor lined up, faintly visible through the mist.
The moonlight was thin, unable to illuminate their faces, only revealing the mottled bloodstains and rust marks on the armor.
The seven remained motionless, like seven tombstones.
Seeing these shadows appear, both sides of the trade became very bold, even starting to laugh.
"There's shadows, trying to act mysterious!"
Sha Lifei sneered coldly, pulling out the flintlock gun.
No gods or ghosts would have shadows, much less reveal themselves before people.
