Time flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the anniversary of the Ghost Market has arrived.
This morning, as Cen Dongsheng got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to overlook the street, he could feel that the atmosphere of today's Ghost Market was different from the previous days, with decorations everywhere.
It no longer resembled the "Ghost Market" of countryside tales; it was bustling like a human world marketplace. The streets, once shrouded in mist, were now brightly illuminated by the glow of stalactites, and crowds of people were bustling about.
He threw on a coat and pushed open the door to his room, only to see Jiang Yunmei and Song Yutang coming down the stairs just in time to greet him.
The three of them exchanged greetings.
"Good morning, Master."
"Good morning."
Jiang Yunmei covered her petite mouth with her hand, yawning as she tiptoed to peek past the tall man's frame into the room. Her demeanor... could only be described as "sneaky."
