The wooden carriage clattered, heading towards the Western Capital.
On the road, many carriages were traveling to and from the Western Capital, along with people in bright clothing on fast-running horses.
Chen Shi sat in the carriage, thought for a moment, and said, "Black Pot, bring me those volumes of the Ghost Book for a look."
Black Pot opened its mouth, and a volume of the Ghost Book flew out.
Chen Shi opened the Ghost Book; at just one glance, the words seemed to crawl and twist, while peculiar whispers echoed in his ears, as if Ghost Gods were murmuring beside him.
An eerie wind blew around, and the sky turned dark.
The wooden carriage moved along the post road to the Western Capital. There was traffic on the road, but suddenly everyone else vanished, leaving only them.
