The cheerful sound of gongs and drums came from behind.
It sounded like a groom's wedding procession from the Old era, brimming with joy.
However.
When Jiang Qiao looked back.
He found that the bridge behind him was completely empty. Only the sound remained; there was no procession playing music.
"There's movement up ahead too," Mo Qingying suddenly said.
As soon as she finished speaking.
Music also rang out directly ahead on the bridge.
Only.
Unlike the joyful tune from behind, the music coming from ahead carried obvious sorrow and wailing, as though a Ghost Funeral Procession were slowly approaching them.
One joyful, one mournful.
One red, one white.
A term involuntarily surfaced in Jiang Qiao's mind—red and white colliding to bring disaster.
According to legend.
In the Old era, the land had fallen apart and corpses littered the fields.
Thus, ghosts and monsters often ran rampant.
In big cities, people gathered together, and their vital energy blazed like a great fire connecting the whole city, allowing them to protect themselves. As for lofty mountains and deep valleys where no one went, they could not be considered to have an Evil nature either.
The truly terrifying places.
Were those remote wildernesses that were not actually devoid of human presence.
Places like these.
Although they were located outside the cities, people still passed through them from time to time. Although few living people were around, traces of human activity remained.
For example, mountain paths.
Abandoned Desolate Villages.
Run-down little temples.
Places like these were most likely to attract ghosts and spirits on special dates.
Let alone in the Old era.
Even in modern times, long-distance buses traveling along winding mountain roads in the wilderness often encountered strange incidents.
In the pitch darkness.
They would see strange vehicles passing by.
A traffic