"Alright."
"A ghost market is just a ghost market. At most, there's a terrifying malevolent ghost nearby."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
For a ghost market to form, the prerequisite was that the Source Malevolent Ghost possessed a ghost domain. In this day and age—even for him—such malevolent ghosts were extremely troublesome.
Like the female ghost in that alley: she had both a ghost domain and the traits of an urban legend.
There was simply no way to fight her.
They could only wear her down until she left.
Shen Boxia was somewhat speechless. You were the one who told me to watch out for this, and now you're saying it doesn't matter.
You've said everything there is to say.
So all I can do is go, "Yeah, yeah, you're right."
"That's true."
He did not feel like talking. He packed up his things and headed into the mountains with Jiang Qiao.
The weather was fairly decent today.
The climate in the mountains did not seem as harsh as it had appeared from outside.
The two moved quickly.
By noon, they had already crossed five or six mountains. That was only because they had to remain alert to their surroundings as they traveled, guarding against any evil entities that might appear. Otherwise, they would have been even faster.
And when they reached this place, the primeval forest had vanished. In the valley stood a scene resembling ice sculptures.
Towering, crystalline trees.
They were entirely made of ice.
They were not real trees that had frozen over, but genuine trees of ice.
It was extremely peculiar.
At the entrance to the ice-tree forest were traces of a campfire.
And they were fresh.
They looked like they had been left behind only two or three days ago.
"That's strange."
"Didn't the old man