After some time had passed, Wang Ling realized that no powerful ghosts had come looking for him. He couldn't help but feel excited; it seemed that the Yomi water was indeed effective.
With the assistance of Yomi water, Wang Ling could finally move freely. After traveling in one direction for a while, he suddenly noticed a bustling market ahead.
As he gazed at this eerie marketplace, Wang Ling couldn't help but furrow his brow. Why would there be a market in the Netherworld? And more importantly, he was currently in the Far North Abyssal Valley, which Skinny Ghost Emperor had described as an exile.
"Skinny Ghost, why is there a market here?" Wang Ling asked.
Skinny Ghost Emperor quickly replied, "Grandpa, although the Netherworld is the realm of the dead, it's not devoid of social activities. This ghost market is one of the main social events for the deceased."
