"Let's keep going," I said, narrowing my eyes.
Yet no matter how long our car drove, we could not leave this street.
Chen Kehan said anxiously, "Have we run into a Ghost Wall?"
"Forget it. Since we can't leave this street, let's get out of the car," I said helplessly.
And so, we parked the car to the side and stepped out.
Walking along this street full of the old society, a newsboy came up to me. I reached out and handed him a few Evil Spirit Coins.
The newsboy was pale-faced, wearing old clothes. He took out a newspaper and handed it to me, then accepted the Evil Spirit Coins and left just like that.
I picked up the newspaper and glanced at it, my expression changing slightly. I handed the paper to the others.
Teacher Ma took a look and said, "The newspaper is actually from 1930."
"This place was still under warlord rule back then," I said.
"This place gives me a really bad feeling," Liu Ling'er said, shivering.
Although there were many people on this street, none of them were living.
Their skin was pale, and they wore coats or cheongsams. Some even wore skullcaps, looking just like people who had stepped out of a television drama.
I cast a glance, my expression very indifferent. For I knew that the situation before us was something that had happened long ago.
It seemed that evil spirits had re-enacted all of this. It looked like we were in a bit of trouble this time, because an evil spirit capable of creating such an illusion was probably immensely powerful.
The current situation showed that unless we found that evil spirit, we would never be able to leave this street for the rest of our lives.
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