The Shadow Figure darted in and out, looking like an anxious and helpless child.
The light was dim and yellow, spilling across the pitch-black street and making the Shadow Figure's loneliness and desolation stand out even more.
If this had been the Peaceful Era.
Perhaps it would have inspired some sentimental passerby to sigh that nine out of ten things in life were unsatisfactory, then record a video and add the song We Are All Striving to Live.
As for what happened afterward, when the video went viral, the person involved would appear in the comments to clarify that he had only gotten drunk.
His mind hadn't been clear.
He was doing very well, thank you.
Uh—
The blogger probably wouldn't delete the video.
Instead, he might delete the person's comment, then upload another We Are All Striving to Live, continuing to caption it with: Whose son is this? Whose husband? Whose man?
He would keep being sentimental and keep playing on people's emotions. That would be the end of it. After all, traffic and sentimentality weren't mutually exclusive.
As for eventually being exposed...
At worst, he'd claim depression!
So.
Fortunately.
This wasn't the Peaceful Era.
The good news was that no one would record and post this scene online, and it certainly wouldn't become a topic of discussion.
Of course.
There was bad news too.
This was the apocalypse, and the Shadow Figure was a Vicious Ghost.
It killed people.
"Someone is hiding in that house and has provoked the Streetlight Malevolent Ghost. But the Streetlight Malevolent Ghost is preparing to kill them, and the Shadow Figure chased the human over. In the end, the two sides entered a state of mutual competition."
Old Monk was an experienced Awakened, after all, and his experience was no worse than