In Ghost Cry City, which was crawling with ghosts, the moment we opened our mouths, we would exhale the breath of the living and easily expose ourselves...
To be safe, Master and I had even held our breath, not daring to take a single breath.
Besides, what was this scrawny evil ghost trying to pull, offering me a jar of stinking water to drink?
There was no way I would agree. I simply shook my head without saying a word, reducing the risk of exposure.
Seeing me shake my head, he continued with a smile:
"Little brother, this Burning Knife liquor is great. Have a sip, it's free!
Uncle, would you like a sip too?"
After saying that, he smiled at Master and me.
But his expression was far too bizarre.
He was being so insistent about making me drink that black water. There was obviously something wrong with it.
Besides, I had just fallen into an illusion.
There had to be some trick to this.
Master also shook his head, then pulled me forward.
"Hey! Don't go! Have a sip, it's free!"
the scrawny male ghost shouted from behind us.
His voice was hoarse, and his whole body radiated a chill.
But after Master and I had taken only a few steps, another ghost blocked our way.
This ghost was an old man who looked to be in his seventies, his face covered in wrinkles.
He was hunched over, dressed in tattered rags.
His eyes were pitch-black, and a faint resentful, baleful aura emanated from his body.
Holding a rabbit pelt that was nearly completely rotten, he rasped at Master and me:
"Honored guests, it's cold in the city. Buy a fox pelt!
Top-quality fox pelt, hunted from the mountain just this morning. Only forty coins."
As he spoke,