The two mice ran back and forth, exhausted to the point of collapse in Yin City.
The streets were crumbling, but the number of ghosts in this city hadn't diminished a single one.
Heads suddenly emerged from rice jars, smiling at them, while toothless spirits by the fetid gutters lost teeth and desperately searched to retrieve them; famine ghosts, their stomachs mountainous, shuffled through the alleys. Along the way, endless encounters with demons and phantoms left the mice scurrying back and forth, unsure of where they had even ended up.
A hanging ghost appeared from nowhere, baring claws and fangs at them, its long hair wrapping tightly around its neck before it dangled itself down from a clothes rod.
But upon spotting the female mouse in her Taoist robes, the hanging ghost immediately sprang back up, clawing at its hair as it frantically climbed upward.
Among the chorus of eerie, squeaky laughter, Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin had no idea how far they'd run.
