Chapter 150: Resurrection Stone

For some reason, Royal City was unusually crowded today, with every household's lights shining brightly. There was a constant stream of people and active vendors everywhere, and the laughter of children never ceased.

It wasn't until Rod reached the Grey Street that the crowd gradually thinned out.

Grey Street was a very narrow and gloomy street, with the occasional passerby hurrying on their way.

Most of the buildings along the street were shops, dim and disordered, even the lanterns hanging in front of the doors were dim and dirty, covered with filth.

There were hardly any residential houses.

Rod glanced around and saw a tangled mess of limbs in a cabinet not far away. Across from that, numerous glass jars containing eyeballs, tongues, brains, and other organs lined the storefront. In a sinister doorway, a witch-like figure was brewing something as revolting as shit.

What kind of hellish place was this?

Rod felt a chill down his spine but also a surge of hope.