"These Ghosts spread rumors faster than wildfire!" Wen Yan's expression darkened.
Indeed, the way these Ghosts relayed things was utterly absurd. They didn't need to buy houses or cars, get married, or have children. Many didn't even have to work, so they truly had nothing better to do than count the hairs on their legs.
Only two days had passed, and the story about the street lamps in the Nether Path had already spread like wildfire.
No wonder Feng Wei hardly believed that Wen Yan had only gone to the entrance of the Nether Path to set up a street lamp, surely just out of boredom and goodwill.
Feng Wei's comment made even Wen Yan himself feel that his current behavior, in the eyes of the Ghosts, must seem somewhat deranged.
Carrying a street lamp pole, he entered the Nether Path from the Desolate Tomb entrance, put the pole down at the Big Intersection, and then turned around to walk back.
"Hey, don't walk back," Feng Wei shouted. Wen Yan, however, pulled him along.
