“Haha, all right. I’ll let you run free for now!” 

One-Armed Dragon seemed to read my thoughts. He snorted disdainfully. 

I felt my face heating up. I ran faster. To seize more time, I crossed a few illusions in a row. In the end, I stopped in a strange world. 

The world in front of me was different from the River of Unmindfulness and the bat forest. At this moment, a hazy rain fell from the gray sky. 

People rumored that the rain in Hell was as red as blood, but it didn’t seem to be the case. The tiny raindrops that fell on me were as soft as cotton, just like the wind diving into the night and moistening things quietly. 

I blew into my palms to feel warmer. Then, I looked ahead of me. The vast land in front of me was full of ghosts. 

They were walking around with rigid movements. However, they didn’t talk to one another. Even if they bumped into each other, they just moved aside and continued walking. Such an image combined with the cold, hazy rain created an apocalyptic scene. 

The world in front of me was spacious. I needed to find a place to hide. By chance, I saw a pavilion in the distance. There was a black structure behind it. Most of the ghosts were...