"The Ghost Market is right below."
Ma Wangdong said with a solemn expression, "There's no one at the vertical well entrance. That's highly unusual. There are usually plenty of stalls around the well entrance."
"Quite a few ordinary people come to the Ghost Market."
"Some of them don't dare go down the well, so stalls selling less important goods are allowed to set up above."
The surroundings were deathly quiet.
There wasn't a single stall.
There wasn't even any sign that anyone had been there. The whole place looked no different from a wasteland.
"And there's one more thing."
"This is the main entrance. It couldn't have been abandoned."
"Even if the guards were Unable to Defeat them, there would inevitably have been a fierce confrontation. As long as there was a confrontation, it would be impossible not to leave traces."
"But from the looks of it now..."
"It seems more like they abandoned this place voluntarily."
Ma Wangdong was utterly baffled. What he saw was completely different from the scene he had imagined before coming in.
Jiang Qiao ignored him.
He stood at the edge of the Giant Well and carefully observed the depths.
He discovered that the section of road carved into the inner wall of the well, near the bottom, was lined with countless human legs arranged in neat rows. They were densely packed—there had to be tens of thousands of pairs at a rough estimate!
Whoa.
The legs were standing upright, complete with skin and flesh, as if they had just been chopped off.
"Is this a specialty of the Ghost Market?"
He pointed down and asked.
"Damn!"
Ma Jinyan came over first. Following Jiang Qiao's indication, he barely managed to make out the scene below. His face immediately went pale, and his scalp prickled.
He