Midnight shrouded River Prosperity Street in a layer of thick, unyielding white fog. Faint candlelight flickered, vaguely outlining the contours of Ghost Quarter.
Yet the bustling calls of past peddlers were entirely gone, leaving only the sobs of a ghost wind whistling through the streets.
Ren Qing stood at the entrance, his divine sense detecting nothing amiss.
"Let's go."
Mouse True Person vigilantly surveyed his surroundings at the side. Seeing the immortal enter Ghost Quarter, he hurriedly followed behind.
Ghost Quarter truly presented an abandoned appearance. The stalls on both sides of the street were already dilapidated to the extreme, and shop after shop stood mostly open with disheveled interiors and bloodstains from hands and feet everywhere.
Looking down, the street was littered with corpses.
The corpses were withered and shriveled, their modes of death uniformly self-strangulation. It looked as though they had used all their strength to twist their own necks, causing their mouths to gape wide open and a trace of release to linger between their brows, making one's hair stand on end.
"Immortal, you should recognize this one."
Mouse True Person took the initiative to rummage through them, immediately spotting a curled-up corpse.
The corpse was none other than Chen Song, who used to hawk medicinal herbs. At this moment, his eyes were wide open, his face still frozen in joy, and his entire upper and lower jaws had been dislocated.
The majority of the corpses came from all walks of life, but there were also quite a few ordinary people who had mistakenly wandered into the place.
"How could it be like this? Immortal, before going into seclusion, this disciple always had the mouse children keep an eye on Ghost Quarter. Although it was disorderly in the past, I've never seen such a tragic state."
Ren