"I am the sword spirit of this sword. My name is Dominque." The voice said in a low voice.
"Sword spirit? Are you from the ghost clan?" Sherman raised his eyebrows.
Sword spirits had always existed only in legends.
No one had really seen it before.
According to the ancient rumors, every weapon could have a certain intelligence after a long time under the careful care of its owner.
However, the ordinary weapon spirit was not very useful. After all, the intelligence produced by the weapon itself was too weak. It could only give a simple warning when the owner was in danger.
If one really wanted the weapon to have intelligence, they would cooperate with the ghosts.
The ghost clan was a special clan. They were like translucent shadows.
They could successfully merge with the weapons.
Some people would sign a contract with the ghosts to make them work for themselves. They would cooperate with each other.
Humans would take good care of the weapons that were parasitized by ghosts.