The Ghost Market.
As gloomy as ever.
Graves were scattered about, will-o'-the-wisps flickered menacingly, and sounds were faint and erratic.
An eerie wind would occasionally gust through, sweeping up joss paper that someone had scattered on the ground.
The paper money twirled, as if dancing with some unseen partner, refusing to touch the ground for the longest time.
Zhu Ju, cloaked and hooded, navigated the familiar path to one of the graves.
This grave was different from the others.
Its headstone was shifted to one side, revealing a space within—a crude dwelling.
The owner called himself the 'Tomb Immortal.'
This person lived in a tomb and resided permanently in the Ghost Market. By day, he would slide the headstone back to close up shop; at night, he would move it aside to welcome customers.
