"And this place looks weird, doesn't it? Why is it that every house along the way is closed?"
“It feels deserted.”
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"Lord Messenger, you must have come and gone many times before. Is this town always so empty?"
The Xuanjian Peak disciple then showed a strange expression, "No, this town used to be very lively when I came here."
"There is also a trading street in front, where many people set up stalls to sell things."
"If you are patient, you can find some very cheap things."
"It's just weird today." As the disciple spoke, he also looked around a few times.
"There seems to be no one on the Exchange Street in front."
"Why is it so strange?" the Xuanjian Peak disciple said to himself.
While he was talking, a small wooden door next to him was sneakily opened a small crack from the inside out.
Jiang Nai turned his head and saw a child's head sticking out of the small door.
He looks like he is only eight or nine years old, and he looks very tough.
The Xuanjian Peak disciple had quick eyes and quick hands and dragged the child out of the door.
Then an old man came out tremblingly, ran over quickly and stretched out his hand to drag the little boy.
After walking for so long, I finally saw someone. How could a Xuanjian Peak disciple be willing to let go.
Pulling the little boy, he asked in a deep voice: "What happened today?"
"Why does the whole town look empty? Is something going on?"
The child looked at him pitifully and called "Grandpa".
The old man hurriedly walked forward, bowed tremblingly and saluted: "My lords, I'm sorry, we don't know anything. Please show your noble hands and let my grandson go."
The messenger's face darkened, "Old man Wang, don't you recognize me?"
Old Wang turned his head and saw the envoy. He was frightened and knelt down on the ground. "I didn't know that the envoy from Xuanjian Peak is here. Please forgive me."
"What the hell is going on in this town? Get up and tell the truth."
What was once a lively and bustling town suddenly became so empty, it was problematic no matter how you looked at it.
Old Wang climbed up from the ground, approached the sixth-level envoy, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "Mr. Envoy, this town is...haunted!"
The messenger frowned, "What's going on? You're talking nonsense. Do you mean the reason why there's no one in this town now is because it's haunted?"
Old Man Wang nodded repeatedly and whispered, "Mr. Messenger, you must not disbelieve it."
"Look at us, every household closes its doors after noon."
When he said this, Old Wang looked at the envoy with a sad face and a frightened expression on his face, "Mr. Envoy, you have really caused misfortune to my son and grandson."
"This ghost is very powerful. If we go out after noon, the ghost will come to us at night."
"So now trade fairs are usually held in the morning, and no one walks around the town after noon."
The sixth-level messenger couldn't help but frown, "How could it be so? Are everything you said true?"
"Lord Messenger, it is absolutely true. That ghost is very powerful."
"If you don't want to encounter ghosts at night, you should leave the town early and go into the mountains."
"It will be safe once you enter the mountain."
"There are no ghosts in this world. I'm afraid some people have ghosts in their hearts."