The next day, Li Qianjin knocked on Song Yitang's door at 4:30 in the morning.
When Song Yitang turned on the light, she saw it was still pitch-dark outside and was surprised it was so early.
She didn't know they had to leave at such an ungodly hour and thought about letting Li Qianjin in to wait, but he insisted on waiting outside and refused to enter.
Seeing this, Song Yitang speeded up her washing and dressing, worried about making Li Qianjin wait too long.
Li Qianjin, with a flashlight in hand, led Song Yitang over two small hills; they hadn't reached the Ghost Market yet when they saw a bright spot in the distance.
"That's the Ghost Market, full of cunning people. Stick close to me when we get there."
It wasn't that women had never been to the Ghost Market, but men still made up the majority.
Song Yitang nodded and followed behind Li Qianjin.
