"This rumor is largely true..."
"Hmm, it seems like some other Curse Forbidden Master tried to enter the Ghost Market through the Old Yongning Station before, and was noticed by ordinary people."
As they were conversing, Jiang Yunmei's voice rang in their ears.
"A Curse Forbidden Master has come this time."
The other party showed no intention of hiding or concealing their whereabouts, so Cen Dongsheng merely adopted a basic defensive stance, facing the person who stepped off the train.
It was an elderly man with white hair, wearing a blue uniform similar to that of a ticket inspector, stumbling towards them.
The most striking feature of the old man was his left leg—a bronze prosthetic connected from the root of the thigh, with complex patterns that upon closer inspection resembled celestial constellations; the joints embedded with nails, the nailheads wrapped with faded red strings, stained with old blood, making a faint rustling sound as he moved.
