But taking a detour halfway through would be troublesome. There were many dangerous places around us, and going around would waste far too much time.
"Everyone, be careful. We're about to enter," the leader said.
Then, just like that, we walked into Yin Yang Street.
Ye Xingchen nervously grabbed my hand and stared at me with wide eyes. "No matter what happens, you must not let go of my hand."
"Okay," I said.
And so, holding Ye Xingchen's hand, I walked into Yin Yang Street.
The moment I entered, fog suddenly rose around me. Not only that, but the fog grew thicker and thicker. Even so, I continued gripping Ye Xingchen's hand tightly.
"Don't let go!" Ye Xingchen shouted.
I nodded, but Huodou suddenly shouted, "There's something sinister about this place. I can smell a lot of corpses."
"Really? I feel it too," I said.
As I spoke, I suddenly could no longer see anything around me. Only one hand remained, still holding mine.
At that moment, I suddenly felt the hand growing colder and colder, but I still did not let go.
I pulled that hand along for a while, but it felt increasingly light. Soon, I turned around suspiciously, my brow furrowing slightly.
Ye Xingchen had vanished from my hand. The person holding it now was a female ghost.
The female ghost's hair hung loose over her face, and her head drooped. Her heels did not touch the ground, and she drifted lightly as she walked.
Seeing this, I felt no fear at all. I continued holding her hand and looked around. "What beautiful scenery."
"Aren't you afraid of me?" a hoarse voice sounded behind me.
"Why should I be afraid of you?" I asked.
"I'm already dead," the woman said.
"No one can live forever."
The woman