In the pitch-black Ghost City, two figures walked forward with lanterns.
The white candlelight illuminated only three feet around them. It seemed that the moment the flame went out, the night, like a dark tide, would surge in and drown them whole.
Though not a single person could be seen and every house was tightly shut, Zhou Sheng constantly felt as if someone were spying on him.
It was as though each house shrouded in darkness concealed pairs of cold, sinister eyes.
"Master, they've been watching us the whole time. Should I raise my voice and scare them off?"
Zhou Sheng frowned slightly and asked.
"No need. The ghosts in these houses are not Fierce Ghosts. As long as they cannot tell that we are living people, they will not act rashly."
Hearing this, Zhou Sheng suddenly remembered that a Corpse Driving Talisman had been drawn on his back—but what about his Master?
His Master could hardly draw a talisman on his own back, could he?
If his Master had not drawn a Corpse Driving Talisman, why did those ghosts also mistake him for a dead man?
"In this Little Fengdu, once a living person exposes their identity, every one of those tightly shut doors will probably fly open."
Yu Zhensheng said meaningfully, "Besides Incense Money, living people are also hard currency here."
A chill ran through Zhou Sheng's heart, and his spine suddenly felt cold.
"If they have no special abilities, ordinary living people who enter this city will meet an absolutely miserable end."
"Unless you encounter your own ancestors here."
"For example, Zhou Laosan, the coffin seller. The reason he could walk out alive, aside from having a hard fate, was that his Household had ancestors running a shop in the Ghost Market, helping their descendants."
A flicker