Ye Jiushang brought Xue Fanxin to a dark and tattered street. There was not even a ghost on the street. It was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end. It was like a place with many unclean things.
"Ah Jiu, where's this?" Xue Fanxin leaned close to Ye Jiushang and refused to let go of his arm. She could not help but imagine those terrifying scenes. Just the thought could scare her half to death.
"This is Ghost Street, also known as the Dead Market."
"Ghost Street, Dead Market, what are these names? They sound quite spooky."
"This place is actually extraordinary."
"What's extraordinary about it? I don't see anything around me. It's so cold that it's eerie."
"This is only the periphery of Ghost Street. If you want to see the real deal, you have to have a way." Ye Jiushang brought Xue Fanxin to a dilapidated wall. Then, he took out a strange badge and placed it in a recess in the wall.
