"You said lots of people used to live on Yellow Springs Road? What kind of people would live there? Were they ghosts? Only ghosts would live on Yellow Springs Road, right?" Jiang Qiao chatted with the Braided Girl as they walked.
The Braided Girl told Jiang Qiao that Yellow Springs Road used to be bustling.
There had been markets and street performers.
Jiang Qiao thought something had gone wrong with his ears. Markets were understandable. Ghost markets were famous, after all. Even the outside world had them, though those were supernatural events that killed people.
But what the hell did she mean by street performers?
Vicious ghosts smashing boulders on their chests? Or, "Let me get torn apart by five horses to liven things up for everyone"?
In the human world, those would have been impressive acts.
But this was Yellow Springs Road. Here, that was basic stuff.
"There were, there were."
"There weren't just ghosts. There were people, too."
The Braided Girl tilted her head, her voice innocent and carefree. If you ignored her face and only looked at her from behind, you would have thought she was an adorably clueless college graduate.
No, wait.
Even college students weren't that adorably clueless anymore.
They were crafty as hell.
"There was an old grandpa who loved performing his peach-picking trick," the Braided Girl said, counting on her fingers. "He had a walking stick. When he planted it in the ground, it would grow into a tree."
"Then he'd climb the tree into the sky and bring back lots of peaches."
"They were delicious."
"You don't even have a mouth. How do you know they were delicious?" Jiang Qiao asked curiously.
"Do you need a mouth to eat?" the Braided Girl asked, puzzled.
???
Fine.
Vicious ghosts didn't really seem to