Early the next morning, Yang Yong wandered around the village again, searching everywhere for clues.
After learning that this was most likely an illusion, Yang Yong could not even feel hungry.
Since it was all fake anyway, he used the ten yuan he had earned working yesterday to try some local Shanghai snacks.
The food in the illusion really did taste however he imagined it would. It was as delicious as Yang Yong wanted it to be.
After breakfast, Yang Yong strolled along Jiepai Old Street and soon found a familiar face.
Inside a tailor shop, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses taking a customer's measurements.
Yang Yong recognized him at a glance...
That was the white-haired elderly tailor Eerie.
Only now, he still looked middle-aged.
Yang Yong watched from a distant street corner for quite some time, but he noticed nothing special about the tailor Eerie in his middle-aged years.
By now, Yang Yong was well and truly at an impasse.
He had no idea how to break out of it.
Yang Yong walked all over Tuanjie Village, carefully observing every household and every person he encountered, pondering how exactly he could break out of this situation.
He made more than a dozen circuits like this, yet still had no leads.
Just then...
Yang Yong saw a familiar figure.
Actually, it was not quite a familiar figure. More precisely, it was a familiar ghost.
The Eerie General.
The Blade Spirit of Wang Ying's Black Gold Bone Blade.
He suddenly appeared out of thin air beneath an old locust tree.
Yang Yong happened to be passing that spot and witnessed it. He and the Blade Spirit stared at each other, human and ghost both finding it a little hard to believe.
Yang Yong asked the Blade Spirit directly, "What's