At this moment, the shadow demon that was exploring outside had made a new discovery.
In one of the alleys, there was a hint of living human presence. A few fierce ghosts nearby caught the scent and started heading in that direction.
In the alley, a few university students were running for their lives, their faces ashen and tears streaming down from fear.
They had come to Xinyue for a weekend trip, not expecting to run into such a tragic event. Had they not been quick to react and run away, they would have already been captured and devoured alive by the numerous fierce ghosts.
However, in this ghost-infested market, they could escape once but not forever.
At the end of the alley, an elder carrying a lantern was slowly approaching. The elder was dressed in burial clothes, exuding a chilly aura, with the stench of a corpse wafting over from a distance.
The students immediately stopped and turned around to run back, but a few eerie and cold ghosts had already appeared behind them.