The Ghost Market lived up to its name—a place that sent shivers down one's spine.
Hidden within the folds of this bizarre modern city, it was a twisted secret place formed from forgotten Extraordinary remnants and the things people craved in their hearts.
Here, human hearts were like ghosts, and truth was impossible to distinguish from falsehood. Yet it also concealed unknown opportunities and taboos, waiting for those destined to find them.
However...
At the entrance, Bai Zhou spotted a massive boulder half-embedded in the ground.
Colored light strips clung to it, flashing intermittently to form crooked words, as if welcoming people's arrival—
[Moon Alley No. 66 Traditional Culture Plaza]
Bai Zhou blinked, momentarily speechless.
Wasn't this supposed to be the Ghost Market?
Traditional culture...
In a sense, it was not exactly wrong.
"Tap..."
Bai Zhou cautiously took a step forward.
The Bluestone Pavement beneath his feet was uneven and pitted, moss growing across the slabs. The street twisted onward into the distance, with no end in sight.
Breathing in the damp, earthy smell, Bai Zhou pulled his hood lower. Wearing the Black Cloak he had just made, he carefully entered the long alley shrouded in mist.
Mist of unknown origin filled the street. The light was dim, and the air was cold and damp.
Oil Lamps or candles flickering atop Eight Immortals Tables, glowing moss on the ground, and even luminous ores carried by some people became rare sources of light in the Ghost Market.
It was quiet everywhere, and clear conversations were rarely heard.
Groups of people in dark cloaks murmured whispers at the various stalls. Only when passing nearby could one catch fragments of their indistinct voices.
He passed one mysterious person after another selling goods, and a Dazzling Array of "magical items" entered his sight.
"Want