The black and white colors in the sky suddenly became dazzlingly radiant. As nine-colored light flashed without end, it was as though heaven and earth had entered a space filled with strange brilliance.
Beneath this radiant heaven and earth, all the ghosts began gathering toward the black and white lines.
The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade was now nearing its end, with less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea remaining until the final midnight hour.
Seeing this, Qin Shaofeng also began moving with Gusu Hanxing.
Gusu Hanxing had no way of seeing anything clearly, but he was different. Pulling her along, he likewise headed toward the black and white lines.
According to what he had learned from those three people, as long as they did not leave this core region, they would be forcibly taken away.
Western War God and the others naturally withdrew at top speed.
Not only did Qin Shaofeng have no intention of retreating, he instead continued drawing closer.
He did not understand what would happen if he approached the two lines.
Yet he also knew that the ghosts' actions could not possibly be without meaning.
Very soon.
Qin Shaofeng discovered something else strange: it was as though the ghosts could no longer see the two of them. Even when they brushed past one another, not a single ghost attacked them.
Every ghost fled toward the two lines at full speed.
Before long.
Qin Shaofeng had already pulled Gusu Hanxing close to the black line.
Gusu Hanxing still did not know how Qin Shaofeng could discern directions, or why he was rushing along at such speed. Yet from the growing number of ghosts, she could tell that they were clearly heading in the right direction.
When she saw Qin Shaofeng suddenly stop, she