"There's nothing?"
The old Daoist was shocked when he heard this. He, song Changqing, and the others turned around at the same time-
There was nothing behind him.
The alleyways were still in a picturesque disorder, and the entrance of the alley was green under the light of the human skin lanterns.
The streets were empty. There wasn't even a shadow of a tree, much less a ghost.
Only the uneven Green Brick floor, under the illumination of the green light, gave off a creepy and strange feeling.
"There's nothing at all!"
The old Daoist's eyes widened in disbelief."Did I guess wrong?"
The small paths leading to the old streets were extremely quiet. At this time, the entire Shen villa was as quiet as a ghost town that had been abandoned for many years, except for the few people who had gathered here.
Most importantly, song qingxiao, who was not far behind them, had disappeared.
