Even though he'd already heard that Virtue City was a forbidden zone for evil ghosts, lately, the number of evil ghosts that had died in Virtue City was higher than the total killed by the Scorching Sun Department in the past ten years.
But numbers are just numbers—they can never be as impactful as seeing it with your own eyes.
Even the steward was so scared, he barely dared to move forward.
"Let's go." Wen Yan muttered, and kept walking forward.
By the time he returned to the villa district, every single streetlamp in the whole neighborhood had an evil ghost hanging from it—dead, yet not dissipated.
He even spotted a hanging ghost with its tongue nearly dragging down to its chest, which had also been hanged. Truly incredible.
He really wondered if Big Bro's Blood Rope was actually meant for hanging people dead.
So many ornaments, yet the Yin Qi in the whole villa district was lighter than it used to be.
