Chapter 187: Chapter 105: Mysterious Ancient Street of Walking Corpses, Leisurely Fishing by the Stream

“At that time, you should really be fine.”

After speaking, he turned to the coachman and said, “Old Wang, ride the horse and follow the young lady. She is still young and doesn’t understand some matters of etiquette. Help her out. Remember, don’t get back in the carriage.”

Wang San nodded quickly in agreement.

Li Yuan was about to leave, but he saw Tang Nian’s reluctant expression.

The young man was still holding a knife, his long pants stained with blood, like a beast baring its fangs.

With a gentle expression, he said, “Godfather will come back.”

“Hmm!” Tang Nian nodded, wiping away tears with both hands, pursing his lips, and staring wide-eyed, “Niannian, wait for godfather to come home.”

Li Yuan smiled, then swung his blade to cut the carriage into several pieces. From it, he took a clean pair of long pants, and a gray cloak and mask, hid behind a tree to change, then placed the Dragon Blade Spear into his sleeve. Only then did he pull up the hood, put on the mask, look at Pang Yuanhua, and say, “Let’s go.”

…

The two wandered aimlessly in the wilderness.

Without a specific direction, they sometimes went left, sometimes right, and sometimes circled around.

Pang Yuanhua chose the small paths, heading wherever the path seemed narrow and unknown in destination.

“Are you trying to trigger something?”

“Yes, Senior…

I’m searching for the entrance to a street.

We wandering souls, as long as we keep going through narrow and deep paths, have a chance to enter that street.”

“What kind of street?”

“A street… only for wandering souls. That street also has ghosts.

Sometimes, living people accidentally wander in there too.

But if we deliberately bring living people, we can’t get in.

Besides, on that street, ghosts won’t kill people.

Unless you accidentally draw their attention.

Then, after you leave the street, they will come after you.

By then, before you die from the curse, you’ll have already died at their hands.” Pang Yuanhua’s eyes were filled with fear, “But on that street, there’s also a chance for us to survive, lift the curse, or even become stronger.

On that street, when we pass through doors, we won’t end up at the Carpenter’s Shop.”

“How do you lift it?” Li Yuan asked curiously.

Pang Yuanhua paused and, with a bitter tone, uttered two words: “Pay money.”

Li Yuan: ???

“What money?”

Is it the ghosts collecting money?

Or some expert taking money to help solve the issue?

“Senior, this money is very strange… it’s not our gold or silver, nor Blood Gold… but a peculiar white paper money.” Pang Yuanhua thought for a moment, then continued, “And the Carpenter’s Shop is likely on this street too…

We just need to find the Carpenter’s Shop, locate the doll that corresponds to us, see the price, and pay enough money to buy it.

By then, we… not only can get rid of the curse but might even become stronger.

However, I’ve tried several times and couldn’t find it…”

Li Yuan: …

…

As they talked, they kept walking.

A stick of incense time later.

“Senior…” Pang Yuanhua stopped walking and took a deep breath, “We have arrived.”

After a twist and turn, what was a winding, silent path lined with dried grass suddenly led to a bustling street.

The street looked normal, with an ancient stone pathway down the middle, the bricks and tiles cracked, showing its age.

On either side of the pathway, some stores could be seen in the distance, some open, some closed;

Nearer, stalls appeared at intervals, with vendors shouting eagerly at their booths.

“Passing by, don’t miss out, take a look, rouge and powders, honest dealings…”

“New goods, new goods, pendants and hairpins on sale, prices as low as two cents.”

“Animal candy figures, all kinds of tasty candy figures, buy a bunch to try…”

Some stalls were filled with goods but were unmanned…

It was a normal street, but as Li Yuan glanced over these vendors, he noticed blood-red question marks floating above their heads. Suddenly… he felt his scalp tingle.

Blood-red question marks signified they were ghosts.

Could these ghosts really peddle like humans?

Pang Yuanhua beside him seemed to see through his thoughts and whispered, “Their existence is a mystery… they seem to be able to communicate, yet they cannot at all.

That is to say, they only talk business with you; if you bring up anything else, they stop speaking, as if they’ve only learned parts of human traits…”

Just then, voices of surprise came from the other side of the street.

“Well, I’ll be damned, didn’t expect there to be a street deep in Xinsha Mountain! Hahaha!”

“Brother Zheng, be careful, there might be a trick.”

“What’s there to trick? How do you get by with such cowardice?

This clearly looks like a Ghost Market, I’ve been to places like this plenty of times. Let’s go, let’s go, you can’t find what they sell here anywhere else.

Sellers are eager to get rid of their goods, maybe we’ll find something good!”

“Xiaomao, listen to your Brother Zheng, he’s right.

Hehehe, this place clearly looks like a Lair of the Thieves.

The stuff they’re selling is all treasure.”

As the voices drew closer, a group of three approached the street. There were two men and a woman, all exuding Evil Qi, obviously not good people.

Among them, one man and one woman had “200” floating above their heads, while the man called “Brother Zheng” had “235” floating above his.

Clearly, these were three Seventh Grades, and not weak ones at that.

However, they were unfamiliar Seventh Grades to Li Yuan.

Pang Yuanhua whispered, “They must be living people who accidentally wandered in… It happens often. And they…”

Before she could finish, Li Yuan noticed a cloaked, cold figure standing against the wall in a nearby alley, occasionally casting glances at the three men and woman, seemingly waiting for something. Above that figure’s head floated a string of information Li Yuan had never seen before.

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