Ren Qing continued deeper into Ghost Quarter without hesitation, the air thick with sandalwood incense.
The traces of Western Regions Buddhism in the third Ghost Quarter grew heavier and heavier. Prayer flags snapped in the sinister wind, the Sanskrit on their surfaces twisting and writhing as though they were alive.
The clacking of wooden fish was deafening. Faintly, he could also hear the sound of chanting sutras.
Ren Qing soon noticed that dozens of people were sitting cross-legged inside the shops lining both sides of the street. Most of them were ordinary civilians who had wandered into Ghost Quarter by mistake.
Their eyes were vacant, dull smiles hanging from the corners of their mouths.
At the same time, they clutched broken bones in their hands and kept striking their own heads with them. The sound of the wooden fish was actually coming from this. Quite a few of their skulls had already caved in, yet they seemed completely unable to feel any pain.
"Have we reached the end?"
The exit of the third Ghost Quarter was pitch-black, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.
His gaze swept over the crowd and paused briefly on a novice monk wearing a priestly robe. His attire was clearly in the style of the Western Regions, and his features were somewhat rugged. He obviously was not a local of Three Rivers Prefecture.
Ren Qing did not pay him much attention, however, and used the Heavenly Eye to communicate with Mouse True Person.
"Once dawn arrives and the morning light pierces the fog, Ghost Quarter will disappear."
With a thought, he sent a message to Mouse True Person and had the Mouse Children dig downward along Ghost Quarter.
He had flipped through the Temple Immortalization Method. Ghost Quarter must be attached to something, just as Small