BZZZT!
A white light flashed before her eyes.
Yun Zhenyue steadied herself and looked around, exclaiming, "What a huge city."
She was standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street.
The setting sun was the color of blood, bathing the entire ghost city in a viscous, dark red.
The red mist in the city was growing thicker, to the point that it obscured her vision.
The street was lined with all sorts of bizarre shops.
Not far in front of Yun Zhenyue, a strange tavern was bustling with a steady stream of customers. Dim, yellow paper lanterns swayed in the wind, casting distorted shadows, while the shopkeeper smiled and greeted guests at the door.
She saw ghosts walking up and down the streets.
There were peddlers on tricycles and farmers selling the fruits and vegetables they had grown.
The sounds of hawking and haggling filled the air.
A massive, peculiar mountain range loomed behind the ghost city.
