The City of a Hundred Ghosts.
A place where demons and monsters gathered, much like a human city.
All sorts mingled there, strange and dazzling.
There were roadside hawkers, innkeepers, fortune-tellers, and vegetable sellers. If not for their frightening appearances, there truly would have been nothing out of place.
The City of a Hundred Ghosts was unusually lively today, for one reason alone.
The Mangshan Ghost King was getting married these next few days. Everyone of standing within a hundred li had received an invitation and had to show him some respect.
"Does this City of a Hundred Ghosts meet with your approval, sir?"
As Li Ping'an and his companions walked along the streets of the City of a Hundred Ghosts, Yuan San asked with a smile.
"Truly novel," Li Ping'an offered his brief assessment.
Had he not been in a hurry to rescue someone, he really would have liked to wander around and take a look with Old Ox.
"Let's go straight to that old ghost of Mangshan." Yuan San took the lead.
Boo-hoo-hoo~
Chill winds gusted, and sobbing drifted from the cellar from time to time.
"Stop crying! Stop crying! Have you got a death wish?"
A Ghost Prison Guard's voice rang out.
Those imprisoned here were all people who had been abducted.
There were young women, traveling scholars still carrying their book cases, and a Little Daoist in Daoist robes, among others...
The Little Daoist huddled in a corner, his face pale.
Unlike him, the scholar carrying a book case was writing something furiously.
"What are you writing?" the Little Daoist could not help asking.
"Me? I'm writing about what happened today."
"Huh?"
The Little Daoist gave him a startled look. *At a time like this, he's still thinking about recording all this. If he's dead,