The shopkeeper behind the counter had rotted beyond recognition. What was supposedly a gray robe was actually a mass of mosquitoes and flies clinging to his body. A closer look was enough to make anyone's skin crawl and nearly retch. He was unmistakably a corpse that had been dead for who knew how long!
When his companion, who had just gotten up to hurry them along, suddenly fell silent, the head escort immediately asked, "Old Qian, what's wrong?"
Money Escort Master whipped around, about to say something, when fresh blood suddenly welled up between the green bricks beneath their feet. In the blink of an eye, it soaked through the escort party's shoes.
At the same time, a gust of sinister wind roared in from nowhere. In an instant, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the base of their spines straight to the crowns of their heads.
The lanterns swung violently. As they swung, they suddenly transformed into a row of severed human heads hanging high overhead. Their faces were twisted with hatred, their mouths gaping wide, with a wisp of ghostly green flame burning quietly on each tongue.
The suddenly green light fell across the faces of the living, turning them a ghastly green, like ghosts themselves.
The escorts' expressions changed dramatically!
Rain thundered down, and the west wind was bitterly cold.
Raindrops the size of beans struck their faces, leaving their skin slightly numb.
The four escorts spread out a little, shouting and urging their mounts onward as they followed the waiter toward the back courtyard.
They had been walking for a long time, yet the rain still poured in torrents. The lantern hanging from the carriage swung wildly in the wind and rain, making everything around them seem indistinct.
Everything felt much as it had