Ren Qing felt as if the passersby were incorporeal, their physical forms completely intangible. It was truly peculiar.
No wonder it was called the Ghost Market.
He then noticed that all the shops in the Ghost Market had their doors tightly shut. A Forbidden Guard would enter, and the door would close again behind them, which made him curious.
"Old Huang, are all these shops run by the Great Dream True Man?"
"You'll understand when you see him."
As he spoke, Huang Ziwang stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary shop. The plaque prominently displayed the words "Great Dream Pavilion."
Ren Qing sized up the Great Dream Pavilion. On the surface, it didn't look much different from Butcher Zhang's small, dilapidated shop.
There were indeed quite a few Forbidden Guards coming and going, and none of them made any effort to hide their faces.
'Aren't they afraid of being targeted?'
Huang Ziwang said with a smile, "Go on in and take a look. I'll wait for you out here."
