The street was dimly lit. Ever since Jiang Chen entered, it had remained in this state of approaching dusk, as though time had frozen.
Dead silence surrounded him. His clear footsteps were the only sound on the entire street.
But Jiang Chen understood that every building here represented a ghost steeped in resentment. Behind those shabby windows, pair after pair of eyes might be watching him with ill intent.
He held the Yin God Hammer in one hand and the Black Iron Anvil in the other, with a body bag on his back and a translucent leg bone tucked into his waistband. An ugly rag doll hung from the bone.
Two deep wounds on his chest streamed blood, and every step came with a dripping sound.
Even on a haunted street filled with vicious ghosts, his appearance was quite outrageous.
All one could say was that the little girl earlier had been far too inexperienced. She had no idea how terrifying an uncle carrying a huge black iron hammer and a body bag while spouting righteousness and morality could be.
"Jiang Xiao Chen! Jiang Xiao Chen!"
"Are you there, my dear little brother? Your big brother's here to find you, Jiang Xiao Chen!"
Most people would have been exceedingly cautious in a place like this, taking care to conceal themselves. Jiang Chen, however, carried the Megaphone, his calls shaking the skies.
Mainly, he could not determine his evil self's exact location, so all he could do for now was head toward the area with more six-story buildings while calling out.
"If you don't come out, I'm leaving! Hurry up! We're brothers, so there are a few things I need to tell you! They'll help you survive longer in this bloody, cruel city."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
At that