Ninggu City was unnaturally quiet at night.
Jiang Qiao walked back along the main street, with pitch-black houses standing on either side.
The place looked utterly desolate.
Occasionally, an extremely faint light shone behind a few windows, but they were tightly covered with thick curtains, as if afraid of being seen by something outside.
He walked for quite a while without encountering a single person.
However, as he passed several alley entrances, he caught some strange smells.
There was the scent of burning paper money, a fishy stench, and another indescribable odor—like the peculiar smell of mold and dust mingling in an old house.
But after taking a look around,
he found no traces of the supernatural. It seemed to be nothing more than odors emitted by the buildings themselves.
He did not linger.
Could that alley have already left?
Jiang Qiao muttered to himself.
He walked and stopped along the way, but did not encounter the eerie alley or the female ghost he had run into when leaving the city before.
Everything was calm.
That made him suspect that the female ghost had already left.
That was normal too.
Many sinister entities with Ghost Domains liked to wander about and would not necessarily stay in the same place.
After walking for another half hour or so,
he finally saw the dim oil lamp outside the inn by the city gate.
The inn was not actually very large.
It had three floors, and its signboard was filthy and old.
Yet on a night when the entire city was so bleak, it was already rare for it to have its lights on and its doors open to receive guests.
He pushed open the half-closed wooden door and walked in.
The first-floor lobby was empty. Only an oil lamp burned atop the