The woman who drank without restraint was unexpectedly carefree.
Within the Ghost Country Divine Palace, melodious music rang out everywhere. Red lanterns had been hung across the mountains and fields, and the entire place was decked out in festive decorations to celebrate the thousandth birthday of this city of the dead.
In front of the City Lord's residence, a huge bonfire blazed. The female spirits wore all kinds of formal dresses, like flowers in bloom. Then, from atop the raised platform, a strip of colored silk suddenly descended from the sky.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou stepped onto the strip of colored silk, slid all the way down, landed on the raised platform, and began to dance gracefully.
The sounds of merriment continued without end.
The celebration would not stop. It would last for three days and three nights.
The living world did not meddle in the affairs of the underworld. Likewise, the underworld did not meddle in the affairs of the living world... Whether the outside was the Supernatural Society or the mundane mortal realm, this was the Ghost Country Divine Palace, a place where a group of dead souls who had lost their homes and loved ones could live.
Boss Luo was just like the many ghostly citizens of the Ghost Country, lingering amid the lights and merriment as though searching for something. In the end, he climbed onto the little tower from the beginning, his eyes seeming to hold both regret and relief.
"Just as I thought... I can't find her."
The little yellow flower in his hand slowly spun between his fingers. One firefly after another floated over from afar, circling him as they chirped.
"What are you doing here alone?"
It was the voice of the True Dragon of Shenzhou.
Boss Luo turned around. Long