The city lord suddenly felt that City No. 95, once bustling with ghosts and monsters everywhere, feasts everywhere, and fights and brawls everywhere, had suddenly grown a little quieter.
That quiet made him uncomfortable.
Moreover, he felt that the once-crowded city had thinned out considerably.
Empty spaces had actually appeared along many streets.
"How long has it been since I last saw an empty space beside a street?"
"Thousands of years? Or even longer?"
The city lord was bewildered, and the owners of many residences were even more bewildered.
Their good neighbors had all suddenly left, fleeing with their houses on their shoulders.
They had actually wanted to follow, too, but they could not carry their houses and could not bear to abandon them. In the end, they could only stay behind helplessly, then shiver and pray that no more [Sky Patrol] strikes would come.
City No. 95 fell quiet.
Not a single ghost or monster walked its streets or alleys.
All those still alive, all those who had not fled, were now hiding in their houses, trembling.
On the altar in No. 95 Courtyard, Wang Quan looked at the city lord.
"Fellow Daoist, you said just now that those ghosts and monsters proposed a few conditions? What were they? Let me see whether I can accept them."
The city lord fell silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Those big shots in the alleys felt they had wronged you, so they all left for distant lands!"
"They said they hoped you would take over the alleys and establish new rules."
"If you refuse, they'll die before your eyes!"
Whew!
Wang Quan exhaled a murky breath. "Such enthusiasm really leaves me at a loss."
"I never intended to manage those things, but since they're threatening me with their