The shops had shut their doors.
The stalls had collapsed.
Every pedestrian and vendor on the road had vanished, leaving only pools of black remains on the ground—the traces left by vicious ghosts struck dead by lightning.
The street, bustling with voices just moments ago, had become empty and desolate in an instant.
Not a single figure remained.
"How awful."
"What did they do to deserve this? So many people killed by vicious ghosts for no reason."
Just then.
Voices came from nearby.
Two men dressed as constables from an ancient yamen stood together, whispering to each other, expressing their outrage and sorrow at the devastation in the street.
"Who are you?"
"What are you doing here? It's dangerous. Leave at once."
One of them spotted Jiang Qiao.
He immediately came over to drive him away.
"This street has been sealed off. No one is allowed near it. Didn't you see the notice?" The constable speaking was a young man of around twenty, his face still boyish but full of exhaustion.
"This isn't a place to gawk."
Hm?
Seeing the constable approach, Jiang Qiao had no desire to argue. This city was huge, with a large population.
Otherwise.
The man would probably have already realized he was not a local.
Perhaps.
There were plenty of outsiders in this city?
Now that would be interesting.
An ancient city populated by vicious ghosts, not existing in isolation but connected to other ghost cities... word of that would be enough to send shockwaves through the entire supernatural circle.
Rumors of cities of vicious ghosts had always existed.
Since vicious ghosts imitated humans.
It was perfectly reasonable for them to establish an urban civilization of their own.
But.
Over all these years.
The vast majority of people had never encountered such a place.
Even