Chen Xu walked back to the Mortal World.
In the Yellow Springs Ghost Market, three "ghosts" were nowhere to be seen.
But the bustling streets remained as lively as ever, with no one noticing the disappearance of the three "ghosts."
Only the legend of the "Hanged Ghost" and the Spirit Rice Porridge continued to spread throughout the ghost market, and for a short time, the ghosts couldn't stop talking about it.
"Huh, strange indeed. Where did that Hanged Ghost disappear to all of a sudden? I wanted to buy his porridge."
There were also ghosts plotting sinister schemes, but lacking a target, they could only curse in vain.
"Damn it all! That little ghost slipped away so fast, even Ghost Grandfather couldn't catch him."
"Hmph, he'll surely come again next time the ghost market appears. And when he does, there's no way he'll escape again..."
