Lin Feng entered the town with a corpse on his back, accompanied by Zong Yang and the Taoist priests.
At a glance, the town where the Jin Family Grand Mansion stood was bustling with people.
Several broad streets were lined with people on both sides.
Their auras, however, were a chaotic mix.
Some brimmed with blood and vitality, some kept Little Ghosts, some carried a strand of pure qi, and some had blood and vitality blazing like furnaces.
Hmm, a strand of pure qi?
In a den of demons, a strand of pure qi was the most abnormal thing of all.
Lin Feng gave that person another look and discovered he was bald. Sensing Lin Feng's gaze, the man glanced over like a startled rabbit.
He hurried into an alley and disappeared.
Lin Feng did not pursue him. He was merely a little speechless.
Am I that frightening?
The town was home to all sorts of people, not just the Jin Family and others bearing their surname. In the past, many “craftsmen” who scraped together a living had waited for work in this place, also known as “Jin Family Town.”
Whenever someone hired help for a fight, these "craftsmen" had work to do.
Life here worked differently from that in an ordinary farming village. It was more like a major industrial town.
Eateries, inns, metalworking shops, general stores—it had everything.
Some skilled artisans also made equipment here for certain "specialized workers."
Thus, it was more like a thriving town built around a market.
Even after what had happened to the Jin Family, drawing many covetous eyes, and despite all the strange and bizarre incidents lately,
the place remained "densely populated."
Nobody wanted to leave.
The reason was simple: everywhere else would only be worse.
Outside, things more terrifying than Ghosts