The ruler of the world from ages past was about to return, and our resistance was fundamentally feeble.
After that, we remained silent the whole way. Not a word was spoken.
The ancient city concealed disasters everywhere, but it also hid opportunities. Here, we could encounter a Fierce Ghost at any moment, or stumble upon a Weird Tale.
These Weird Tales could be good or bad. The good ones could even bring about a complete transformation.
Just as the van continued forward, snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.
The snow of the Spirit Realm was breathtakingly beautiful yet desolate.
That was because the snow of the Spirit Realm consisted of sheets of paper money, drifting endlessly down from the sky.
The sight was terrifying. In this Spirit Realm, the distinctions between the four seasons were not obvious.
I got out of the van and stretched out my hand, watching the paper money continuously drift down from the sky. No one knew why this world had become like this.
The Spirit Realm really was an eerie world.
"This place is so beautiful," Liu Ling'er said.
"Yeah, it's beautiful," I said.
We found a hotel and prepared to go upstairs. However, after we went up, we saw that there were already people here.
These people were led by a man, and they glared at us viciously.
After a brief standoff, the man at the front asked, "What are you here for?"
"We're here for the same reason as you—to sleep," I said.
"Oh, really? Then hand over your weapons. Otherwise, you're not going upstairs," the man shouted.
"In that case, forget it." I shook my head and looked at him. "We're leaving."
Just as we were about to leave, the man noticed the women among our group, and a trace