To the residents of Ghost Street who were sound asleep, the commotion felt like a sudden strong wind at night, disturbing their slumber. Fortunately, the wind quickly died down, and those in a deep sleep didn't notice a thing.
The next group in line followed at this time and continued forward.
The path clearers below walked straight ahead without looking sideways. The noble person being carried on the sedan chair actively reached out to part the curtains, revealing the face of a young girl, who bowed her head in salute to Li Zhiyuan.
The noble in the next round did the same.
Luckily, there weren't many more rounds after that. The parade of a hundred ghosts ended, and the street returned to peace.
Li Zhiyuan watched the figures of the disappearing procession with a thought in his mind. The method he previously pondered for entering Fengdu was likely through a waterway into the Yin Family Ancestral Tomb.
