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The night is an inescapable cycle of the world, just like the day.
Bamboo Path.
After the Ghoul Specter disappeared from this place, Qian Sansi and Wang Shangde had spread the news, and although the surrounding towns breathed a sigh of relief, no one had passed through here in a while.
Ghosts, these things can never be truly resolved, can they? What if some remained?
This place once harbored a fierce ghost that couldn't be dealt with by merely inviting two cultivators.
It's said that quite a few sects came, but in the end, only two people left. No one dares to approach this perilous place for the time being.
Not to mention merchants and travelers, even the nearby bandits and strongmen dare not approach the vicinity of Bamboo Path, but now, someone has come here.
This figure wandered in the air, flickering through the night like a wandering soul.
"Who is there, who is there, to lend me clothing and hat?"