In the blink of an eye, the Big Head Ghost, the Red Skirt Ghost, the Green-faced Evil Spirit who had just burst out of the ground and was about to grab the little girl, and the little girl herself, all disappeared from where they stood.
The blood-colored smoky haze rising from the Red Skirt Ghost instantly dissipated.
An ordinary village, houses lined up one after another, with each family of ghosts living in every single one.
At the very center was a wide road, leading straight to the village center's open-air opera stage.
And behind the two rows of houses on either side were even more courtyards, stretching out endlessly, so far that it was impossible to tell just how many homes there were, or how many ghosts lived inside.
The Big Head Ghost sat alone on the stage, overlooking everything below.
The Red Skirt Ghost's face changed dramatically as he watched what was happening.
"Domain!"
