With a Glimpse, Wang Teng saw a desolate scene, exactly like when he first arrived here.
There was no sign of a bustling town.
The pedestrians on those streets all had blue faces and hollow eyes, like zombies.
The items sold at those stalls were bizarre beyond compare.
For example, at the stall in front selling wontons, the pot wasn't filled with wontons but with enormous disgusting maggots, squirming and rolling in boiling water.
Those selling decorations had gems and glassware on their stalls, which turned out to be human teeth and eyeballs.
The entire ancient town was shrouded in a chilling air, resembling a ghostly realm.
"What's wrong, young man? Tired? Come, let me treat you to our town's specialty wontons."
In his ear, Wang Teng heard the voice of the old man fetching water.
The old man's smile remained kind and gentle, yet underneath that smile, his teeth grew sharper and sharper.
