This old song sings of the pain of longing so searingly it carves into the heart. A whole crowd of Ghost Servants couldn't control their feet and shuffled into the room.
An Zongding lay by the wall, motionless, pretending he had already passed out.
He didn't know where this was, but he knew Green Flower could open The Unnameable Place, so this was very likely another nest of Green Flower's.
By firelight he saw that in this room there was a Phonograph, a bed, a miscellaneous shelf, and a wardrobe.
There was a table, and on the table a mirror. In front of the mirror sat an indescribable thing, putting on makeup.
He had just gotten a clear look at his surroundings when more than eighty Ghost Servants suddenly all entered the room. An Zongding gritted his teeth and, bracing against the wall, slowly stood up.
Even if one leg was broken, he had to be standing right now.
The Ghost Servants were all here. The final battle had come!
