Before leaving the alley, Sang Que avoided the ghosts clinking bowls, maximizing her alertness; any slight movement on the way to Cui Liu Lane would make her immediately retreat.
The night seemed to be stained with blood, the crimson light shining on the melting snow everywhere, resembling a blood-pool hell.
From time to time, screams and urgent footsteps echoed around, it was unclear who had encountered what.
"Lord Ye You, Lord Ye You save me—"
Someone called for help behind Sang Que; she paused, bit her lip, and did not turn back, continuing to walk briskly.
Whether it's evil spirits or living people behind her, she couldn't afford to waste time; the sooner she reached Cui Liu Lane, the sooner she could break Granny Zhuang's nightmare and save more people.
Suddenly, a red oil paper umbrella appeared on the street ahead, seemingly held by someone, just stranded there in the middle of the road, yet there was no one under the umbrella.
