Chapter 268

In less than the span of a couple of hours, three to four hundred people had successfully made their way into the Ghost Market. Hidden deep within this gloomy valley, the entrance was wreathed in a layer of basic mist, guarded by a handful of sentries. For Shen Han, such obstacles were mere child's play. While many around him were stepping into the place for the first time with racing hearts, Shen Han followed the crowd deep into the subterranean depths of the Ghost Market, where the streets opened up into a remarkably narrow expanse. Flanked by low-lying stone houses and a hodgepodge of tents, Shen Han cast a casual glance at the wares on display. Nearly everyone here wore a veil, striving to conceal their identities as much as possible. Guided by the directional signs, Shen Han needed only the time it takes to burn a stick of incense to reach the central plaza.