Ren Qing found that passersby were like phantoms, impossible to touch in any tangible way. It was truly rather strange.
No wonder it was called the Ghost Market.
He soon noticed that every shop in the Ghost Market had its doors shut tight. After a Forbidden Guard entered, the doors would close again, leaving him puzzled.
"Old Huang, are all these shops opened by Great Dream True Person?"
"You'll understand once you meet him."
As Huang Ziwang spoke, he stopped before an ordinary-looking shop. Its plaque bore the striking words: "Great Dream Pavilion."
Ren Qing studied Great Dream Pavilion. On the surface, it was not much different from Butcher Zhang's shabby little store.
Quite a few Forbidden Guards went in and out, and none deliberately concealed their faces.
Were they not afraid of being marked by others?
Huang Ziwang said with a smile, "Go in and take a look. I'll wait outside."
Ren Qing had just wanted to ask something when Huang Ziwang gave him a hard shove.
He stumbled and fell into the shop. In an instant, it felt as though a lifetime had passed, and even his consciousness went blank for a moment.
Ren Qing could not help looking around. The furnishings were splendid and luxurious, yet they carried a strange sense of unreality.
The beast head hanging on the wall had been a deer's head one moment, then became a lion's the next. The same was true of the calligraphy and paintings around it.
What surprised Ren Qing most was that several people had clearly entered Great Dream Pavilion, yet he was now the only one left in the vast shop.
Ren Qing looked toward the materials displayed on the counter, and his expression immediately grew complicated.
What were these things? Lizard tails, fish scales, shattered bones,