Jiang Qiao ignored the abnormalities around him and continued deeper into the alley.
The farther in he went.
The stronger the strange smell in the alley became.
The rotten stench in the air had become somewhat pungent, as though batches of corpses were decaying deep within the alley.
Black marks had also begun appearing on the walls on both sides.
It looked as though there had once been a fire.
Yet the buildings were completely intact, without any of the miserable aftermath of a fire.
"This place is damn haunted."
"It isn't scary."
"It's just disgusting."
Jiang Qiao complained with distaste.
Because he discovered that the ground beneath his feet had become sticky.
Dark red bloodstains seeped from the uneven Stone Slabs. The farther forward he walked, the more bloodstains there were. Half-dried and half-wet, they felt slick and sticky beneath his feet.
The sensation was disgusting.
Thus, Jiang Qiao walked through the blood all the way to the end of the alley.
An open space appeared ahead.
The open space was not large, roughly half the size of a basketball court. More than a dozen tables had been set up, each piled with dishes.
The surroundings were festooned with lights and decorations.
It looked as though a wedding banquet was being held.
Yet the atmosphere carried an intense sense of wrongness.
The tables and chairs at the banquet were old-fashioned, likely relics from decades ago. Yet they were spotless, as though someone had been cleaning them.
The dishes on the tables were lavish.
Chicken, duck, fish, meat, cold dishes, hot dishes, pastries, and fruit—there was everything.
And every dish was steaming.
As though it had just come out of the kitchen.
But what the hell?
This place had been abandoned for decades. No one dared enter, because everyone who