Two rows of scarlet lamps stood erect on both sides of the road.

Dark, dreary houses and shops sat right beneath the street lights, shrouded with wisps of misty Yin energy. Jade-green spots of netherflames burned brightly at the eyes of the humanoid paper effigies, even as they stared at Qin Ye from their respective houses and shops. Not a single living person could be seen anywhere on this wide road Qin Ye was on. If he had been any other ordinary human being, he would have been scared out of his wits by now.

Just then, a three-storey building that sat on a land area thousands of meters wide suddenly lit up all at once.

It was built in the architectural style of the early 1900’s, replete with white bricks and wooden doors. Nobody could be seen on the streets right now, but the wooden door still opened up.

Whoosh… A nethergale rushed past with a soft howl, causing all of the road signs to swivel around and point directly at Qin Ye. He could even hear the vague murmurs of conversations between countless women being carried along by the wind.

That said, he couldn’t hear exactly what they were talking about. Everything was hazy to him. He walked along the main street, listening intently as he desperately attempted to pick up clues from the conversations that were carried along with the wind, until… he finally found himself standing right before the massive three-storey structure....