บท 511: Chapter 364: A Monk with Profound Daoist Skills!

Silver City Ghost Market.

When the first cock's crow (around 5:30 in summer) sounded, the lively streets quickly became deserted.

On the street, dark spirits and ghosts gradually scattered.

The stall owners who had been setting up behind the big red coffins quickly gathered their wares and then slipped a snakeskin bag over it. With a rustle, they pulled everything together, lifted the coffin lid, and crawled inside.

Some martial artists in the martial world were also leaving in a hurry.

A novice who had just entered the Ghost Market fearlessly said, "Why the rush? It's not dawn yet. Let's hang around a little longer."

"Nonsense!"

The elder who had brought the novice with him frowned and scolded, "The Ghost Market has its own taboos. After the cock crows, we must leave."