Evening. 10 p.m.
It was pitch-black on the banks of Han Lake. The vast and boundless lake water was enveloped by the colors of the obsidian. Countless stars and a huge crimson moon were reflected on the surface of Han Lake. Many humans who live near the river were camping by the side of the lake, spending the night in the open, walking on the grass, and having fun. However, they would never have thought that at this very moment at the center of the lake, the gathering of the greatest ghost market of the ghost world had already begun.
Xue Hua walked along this long passageway of ghost fire for approximately five minutes holding the hands of his husband. Behind them, his elder brother and the Fox God follow after their steps. They were currently walking on the surface of the Han River far from the eyes of human lands. When they reached the end, the Ghost King, Xie Mo, extended his hand to cut apart the dense fog that obstructed them.
