Sixth Street of Ghosts

  The next day, when they arrived at the third storefront that Ao Qian had his eye on, Yang Yan finally understood why Ao Qian said the feng shui here was bad.

  Although Feng Xiaoxiao and others only instinctively felt uncomfortable here, Yang Yan with the all-seeing eye could see more than they could.

  As soon as Yang Yan arrived at the destination, he stopped the car and stared out of the window for three minutes with a speechless face without opening the door... No matter who saw that there was a copper bell eye, a bumpy head, and two sharp fangs exposed in the blood basin outside the car window staring at oneself, they would all react like Yang Yan.

  It's not just him, there are many little ghosts and monsters coming and going on this street, with faces that are either green or red, all sorts of strange shapes like mountain spirits and demons. Some are holding something in their hands and moving it around, while others hold a small notebook-like book and mutter to themselves as they walk down the street, occasionally passing through people's bodies. Meanwhile, ordinary people on the street seem completely oblivious to these little ghosts, as if they can't see anything...

  With so many rare and exotic beasts around, it would be strange if Ao Qian hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.

  The evil spirit first locked eyes with Yang Zhen, then hesitated and swept his gaze towards the back seat where Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian were sitting... The two were frantically rubbing their arms, feeling an inexplicable strange atmosphere around them.

  The evil spirit grinned, opening its mouth as if to say something, when a woman in modern clothes walked up behind it and kicked it, scolding: "What are you lazy for? Hurry up and move the stuff!"

  A giant evil spirit, over two meters tall, was kicked by a small woman and responded as if it had been bitten by a mosquito, chuckling stupidly. He pointed to the back seat window, turned his head and shouted in a loud voice: "The man who came yesterday." Then he pointed at Yang Zhan in the driver's seat: "This person seems even more fierce than that man."

  The woman also leaned in close to the car window, and stared at Yang Zhan's increasingly expressionless face for three minutes. Then she straightened up, patted her chest, and wiped away a cold sweat: "Damn it, this kid seems like he can see me or something."

  "......" Yang Yan was depressed, with these despicable things still having the face to despise others for being despicable?!

  Feng Xiaoxiao had been feeling that something was off about the place since before, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. The atmosphere here made her feel uncomfortable, but when she tried to pinpoint what exactly it was, she found herself at a loss for words... As she rubbed her arm, she noticed Yang Zhan sitting in the driver's seat, still as calm as ever. Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but speak up: "Second Brother, aren't we getting out?!"

  "... Yang Yan Town fixed his gaze on the woman outside the car window who was already tidying up her hair using her rearview mirror: "Hmm, getting off soon." Let people take pictures first before getting off, otherwise opening the car door might hit something dirty and that wouldn't be good.

  It's probably because Yang Yan's car has been parked here for too long. After a few more minutes, a hoodlum who was originally squatting at the corner of the street sauntered over, mouth holding a cigarette butt, wearing a street stall T-shirt and tattered jeans with holes deliberately worn out at the knees, looking like a junkie. His hair was styled with a messy mix of colorful gel...

  "Hey kid, you can't park here. Don't think your BMW is all that just because it's a BMW." The young punk came over and rested an arm on the roof of the car, bending down to knock on the window in a rude tone.

  The woman who was originally leaning against the rearview mirror straightened up as soon as she saw the young punk approaching, in Yang Zhen's current line of sight. The young punk's head, bent down at the waist, just happened to be pressed against the woman's lower abdomen, forming a pose that looked like he was being indecent on the street.

  The woman frowned, seemingly familiar with the young punk, and subconsciously raised her hand to slap him on the back of the head, but then thought better of it and put her hand down, pouting and humming as she walked away.

  The little rascal, from head to toe, looked like he hadn't seen the other person at all. He didn't even know that someone was standing next to him just now... Yang Yan calmly rolled down the car window: "Sorry, I'm looking for a parking spot."

  The little rascal burst out laughing and rudely pointed to a spot less than ten meters in front of the car: "There's an empty space over there. Are your eyes not working?!"

  Yang Yan silently watched as a group of little ghosts surrounded an empty space and started playing poker.

  It's okay, the other party found a few little hooligans pointing this way, and they quickly put away their poker cards and moved to the sidewalk to continue playing. Yang Yan only then started the car and drove over.

  After getting off the bus, locking the door and paying the parking fee, he carelessly threw a 100-yuan note as a tip and asked the group of ghosts on the street: "This street... is quite characteristic."

  Can't be more characteristic. He walked through the whole city, and before that, he had never discovered that there was such a yin-yang street here. Half-human and half-ghost, half-yin and half-yang, sharing the four seasons, basking in the sun and moon... People can't see ghosts and monsters, so let's not mention it, but the ghosts and monsters are very used to getting along with ordinary people.

  The little rascal got the hint, and upon hearing this immediately understood that the other party had come to introduce a local snake: "Kid's got good eyesight, we're famous for our good public security here, people who pass by here rarely even lose their wallets...... What brings you folks here?"

  "Look at the storefront." Yang Yan answered and thought for a moment, then turned his head to call out to Feng Xiaoxiao: "Where's your eye drops?"

  "Eye drops?" Feng Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, rummaged through his bag, and pulled out the unfinished bottle of Ox's Tears that Li Chang had given him before: "You're not talking about this, are you?" What kind of weird stuff is this?!

  "Ah!" Yang Yan looked at Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian: "Drip some for Ao Qian too."

  The wind whispered a few words, pulling Ao into the corner to wipe away tears. Meng continued to chat with Yang Mo: "Look at the storefront, it's great! More people are opening shops, and our economy is getting more prosperous. What kind of shop do you want to open? My big brother knows everyone around here, I can help you out, if some troublemakers come looking for you, just mention my big brother's name and they'll leave you alone."

  While speaking, Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian had already wiped away the cow's tears. Then they looked up at the chaotic scene on the street and were suddenly speechless.

  "......I think this place won't work out, let's choose one of the first two houses instead."

  This is no place for humans to live, change the environment and background, it's a ghost town.

  The little rascal was talking about the black skin, with a complacent and proud look introducing the street scene. As soon as he heard Ao Qian's words, he became unhappy: "What do you mean? Is there anything here that doesn't meet your standards?"

  Ao Qian smiled strongly, looking at a group of little ghosts giggling and pointing at them as they walked by from behind the crowd... it was just too eye-catching that he didn't want to rent it - everything that should and shouldn't be seen had been seen...

  The wind whispered softly, looking around in all directions, and sighed twice: "Was it always like this?!"

  This is obviously referring to the ghosts wandering on the street, and the unsuspecting tour guide thought he was talking to himself, shaking his head proudly: "Where can it be? Originally, this street was so chaotic, a group of little rascals collecting protection fees, fighting and gathering, making people's hearts fearful, many shops couldn't do business because of this and were rented out everywhere..."

  Feng Xiaoxiao watched a young hooligan cursing others with flying spittle, feeling all sorts of speechless and tangled emotions in her heart.

  "Oh, of course, it's been much better since my big brother came. The little rascal beamed with pride: "You outsiders don't know, but my big brother is a total boss, he was..."

  "Cough, cough!" Feng Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help but interrupt the non-stop talking with two coughs: "Your brother and we don't have much of a relationship, I mainly want to know... forget it, you wouldn't know anyway." This isn't stupid, how could this little rascal possibly know the origin of these supernatural creatures? This matter still needs to be asked of other "people" to get a reliable answer.

  Send the little rascal away, and Xiao Xiao takes a glance around. Just in time to see a little ghost with his head down, pinching a small notebook, passing by his side. He quickly steps forward to intercept him: "Wait, I have something to ask."

  The little ghost didn't even raise its head, staring at the small book muttering to itself, as if it hadn't seen Feng Xiaoxiao approaching, and then "bang" it was knocked over with a loud crash.

  "What?! The little ghost looked up in confusion, sitting on the ground with a surprised expression: "Ran into it?!"

  It's impossible! Ordinary people and them encounter each other directly passing through, the ghosts and spirits acting here are all non-corporeal, how can they possibly collide with humans?!

  "..." Feng Xiaoxiao was speechless: "Wait a minute, I want to ask something."

  "Ah!" The little demon's eyes widened in surprise as it stared at the woman, who was staring back at him. He let out a high-pitched shriek: "You can see me... us?!" As he looked around frantically, he noticed that many of his companions had gathered around, curious about the commotion. The woman in front of him frowned, seemingly displeased with the attention. The little demon finally came to an unbelievable conclusion.

  "...can see." Feng Xiaoxiao felt a bit awkward. Although she was talking to this little ghost, there were also a large group of... creatures in front of her. But ordinary people can't see them, in the eyes of normal people, she is now just inexplicably rushing onto the street and muttering to herself like an idiot...

  The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. The wind was small and coughed slightly, turning his head to lower his voice and cover up: "I'll ask you something, who's convenient to come over with me?"

  The ghosts were curious and enthusiastically raised their hands to sign up, and in the end they decided to come together. All the ghosts followed Feng Xiaoxiao and the three of them turned into a certain unremarkable dark alley.

  Finally avoiding the eyes of ordinary people outside, Feng Xiaoxiao let out a breath: "Okay, this should be fine. And that little ghost, stop tugging on my clothes."

  At first, the little ghost was curiously pulling at Feng Xiaoxiao's clothes, wondering why he could touch a yang realm entity. After hearing Feng Xiaoxiao's voice, he smiled awkwardly and rubbed his head, feeling embarrassed: "Hehe, I won't touch it then. Say, why can you guys see us?!"

  "......" The wind whispered, looking up at the distant sky: "Let's talk about this later, I'm curious, what's going on with this street?!"