Twinwood Village's task had already ended.
Although a few minor loose ends remained, they were unimportant to him.
But there was another matter.
Back in Ninggu City, Liao Tieshan and his nephew had gone outside the city to rob Dead Man's Wealth. Something had gone wrong in the middle of it; for some reason, what arrived was not the original Dead Man's Wealth escort.
It was a wedding procession instead.
There had been a sedan chair in that procession. There was no bride inside, only a wedding dress and a note.
A line was written on the note:
[December eighteenth, year of Gengchen. Wedding procession. Locust Tree Alley, Eastern Suburbs, Spring City.]
According to Shen Boxia.
Locust Tree Alley in the Eastern Suburbs of Spring City was a Ghost Alley with quite a reputation in the southern Supernatural Circle. Ever since a funerary artifact merchant surnamed Hu had suffered family annihilation forty years ago, the place had been wrong.
That was interesting.
Separated by thousands of miles, how had a Ghost Alley in the south become connected to a city at the far northern edge?
Now that he had come to Spring City.
Naturally, he had to stop by and see what exactly was going on.
"Locust Tree Alley?"
Yan Bingwen's pupils shrank slightly.
As a native of Spring City, with a family that was also a prominent local clan, he naturally knew of that Ghost Alley.
But precisely because he knew, he was reluctant to mention it.
It was a place locals considered highly taboo.
However, now that this big shot capable of subduing the Thunder Centipede was asking, he did not dare hide anything. No matter how taboo it was, he could only answer honestly. "I know it. That alley isn't clean."
"Tell me in detail."
"It's just..."