Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Inside Rainfall Pavilion.
After hearing Bai Zhi's words, the ghostly girl fell silent for some time.
Just when Bai Zhi was beginning to suspect that the girl was planning to keep his hundred Hell Dollars for herself, she sighed and waved her arm. As her long sleeves rippled through the air, the money magically appeared in Bai Zhi's hands.
"Dear guest, 'tis my sincere hope that thou surviveth to the end of this selection."
Bai Zhi stared at her, waiting for her to continue, but having delivered that enigmatic line, the ghostly girl fell completely silent, lowering her head and turned her attention back to her zither.
Realizing that she had no more to say, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes at her, then turned to leave.
Thus far, he had experienced four different shops, and had found each shopkeeper to differ wildly, not only in personality, but in their form as well—paper dolls, clowns, ragdolls and ghostly spirits... What could possibly be next?
Even though he had successfully collected enough cash to buy a bus ticket out of there, Bai Zhi was no closer to understanding why this strange village at the entrance to the Underworld even existed at all. The shopkeepers had given him no useful information in this regard, and the bus driver's cryptic words were of little help. One thing was clear—he was not the first to arrive at this place.
She said it was a "selection"... If this is part of an elaborate process of picking a candidate of some sort, then...
Bai Zhi mulled over the ghostly shopkeeper's last words as he exited her otherworldly bamboo grove. As he stepped out onto the main street, Bai Zhi saw Lin He leaving the first shop on the opposite row, but the young man looked to be in bad shape. Half his body was covered in fresh blood as he stumbled unsteadily out. As soon as he made it out the door, Lin He's knees buckled and he sat down suddenly on the ground.
Bai Zhi glanced at the last shop on his row, but after a moment's thought, he stepped determinedly toward Lin He—after all, he had collected enough for the bus fare,
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*Also known as magua (马褂), a style of jacket worn by males during the Qing dynasty.
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