"Do you need anything else?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I'll first find a way to trade the Fierce Ghost coins I have for an even more powerful treasure. They might come in handy," I said.
So we prepared to head to Evil Spirit Square. Along the way, we were all extremely careful, but something terrifying still happened.
An old man carrying a sack, looking like a scavenger, suddenly threw the sack over Ye Xingchen, then hoisted her onto his back and ran.
The moment Ye Xingchen was stuffed into the sack, she became unable to move. Yet this old man, carrying a fully grown person on his back, moved with astonishing speed.
"Interesting." I gave a cold laugh and swung the Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand straight at him.
The old man stopped and glared at me viciously. Then he picked up another sack and tried to throw it over me as well.
The sack covered my upper body, and my head immediately began to feel dizzy. However, I quickly regained consciousness and swung the Demon Blade Muramasa down. The sack was torn open, and I reached out, grabbed the old man, and seized his face.
"Something's wrong. You don't seem to be a local Fierce Ghost. You look more like one from Fusang," I said calmly.
The old man opened his mouth, and this time, Japanese came out.
My Japanese wasn't particularly good, but I could understand the general meaning of what he said.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, thousand-year Magic Capital."
I casually tossed him aside, and the Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand sliced him in half. Only then did I release him. I watched the old man turn into black smoke, then reached out and pulled Ye Xingchen from the sack.
After being released, Ye Xingchen shouted,