"No signs of life..."
Fan Wubing whispered.
Luo Qingyao nodded,
"The people living in the shantytown, in fact... have always been the dead, not the living."
A chilling horror swept up from behind.
Come to think of it, how could a place filled with Evil Qi possibly have living people? Everything before was both an illusion and the truth. It's normal for the shantytown to be out of place with the main city... After all, how could the living and the dead coexist under the same roof?
They proceeded cautiously forward.
Luo Qingyao looked at the houses' doors. On each household's door, a Door God portrait was pasted.
"These Door God portraits... are so exquisitely drawn!"
Fan Wubing glanced over. Indeed, they were exquisite.
The lines, colors, aura, posture... nothing was amiss.
So exquisite that it seemed somewhat... lifelike! So vivid as if they were wielding the steel fork right there on the door.
The two of them were slightly entranced as they looked.
