Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 120 Throwing the Embroidered Ball

Finally, the monk stood before the stone gate, a hesitant look on his face.

After pondering for a moment, he finally lifted his foot and carefully stepped over the stone gate.

Immediately afterwards, he quickened his pace and chased after Shen Qingyao and the others who were not far ahead.

Before long, several more people appeared at the stone gate.

They paused and watched for a while, and seeing that some people had already gone in, they mustered their courage and followed closely behind, stepping into the stone gate.

Gradually, more and more people joined the team, and in the end, everyone came in one after another.

If no one had taken the lead in venturing through this mysterious stone gate in the first place, perhaps the others would have chosen to stay put due to their fear and doubt.

However, once one or two brave individuals take the first step, the rest of the people follow in their footsteps as if drawn by some invisible force, venturing into this unknown land.

As for those left behind, they could only watch helplessly as their companions departed, their hearts filled with anxiety and fear.

As time passed, the torment gradually became unbearable, and they eventually succumbed to their curiosity and followed them through the stone gate.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingyao and her entourage were slowly disappearing into the depths of the city streets.

Suddenly, the quiet environment was broken by a burst of noise.

A variety of noises filled my ears: the shouts of vendors, the haggling between customers and stall owners, the bickering of passersby over trivial matters, and even the occasional cheers and applause from the crowd...

These sounds intertwine to form a unique urban symphony.

Upon hearing these sudden noises, Shen Qingyao and the others' expressions changed drastically.

They quickly turned their heads and scanned their surroundings, surprised to find that, without realizing it, the area around them was now bustling with crowds.

The place seemed to have transformed into a bustling marketplace, with people jostling shoulder to shoulder, coming and going. Faced with so many strangers, Shen Qingyao and her group dared not let their guard down in the slightest.

They huddled together tightly, each of them looking tense and warily watching the passersby.

Strangely, those people seemed completely indifferent to these outsiders, continuing to stroll the streets, buy items, or sell goods as if they didn't exist at all.

The people here are all dressed in ancient clothing, completely different from Shen Qingyao and the others.

"Junior Sister, can you feel it?"

Just then, a clear, cold voice, trembling slightly, reached everyone's ears.

"Yin energy! Everyone here is emanating an extremely strong yin energy. They... are not human at all!"

The voice came from Ruan Hongshuang.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao, who had been somewhat lost in thought, instantly snapped back to reality, turned her head sharply, and met Ruan Hongshuang's gaze in mid-air.

She then nodded slightly, indicating that she understood the situation.

Then, Shen Qingyao carefully moved toward Si Jingnian beside her until their bodies were almost touching.

Then, she brought her lips close to Si Jingnian's fair, jade-like ear and whispered:

"This is bad. There's a chilling aura here, and everyone's aura is so strong. I don't think they're alive."

As she spoke, her warm breath, like a gentle spring breeze, softly brushed against Si Jingnian's earlobe.

However, this time, Si Jingnian did not blush as usual because of Shen Qingyao's intimate behavior.

Upon hearing Shen Qingyao's words, Si Jingnian's face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, as if covered by a thick layer of frost.

His large hands, which had been tightly holding Shen Qingyao's soft hands, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Normally, Si Jingnian could barely keep his composure even when facing one or two ghosts, but the scene before him was far beyond his capacity to bear—the entire street was densely packed with ghosts, and these ghosts seemed to have been dead for over a thousand years, veritable ancient ghosts!

Not to mention Si Jingnian, who had never encountered such things before, it was difficult for him to withstand such a terrifying sight. Even Shen Qingyao and Ruan Hongshuang, who were experienced and had dealt with evil spirits for many years, couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

After all, this was the first time they had ever encountered such a large number of ancient evil spirits gathered in one place since they entered the profession.

When Long Jiaojiao saw this, his eyes lit up, and he ran over to the nearby stalls, looking around curiously at everything.

Unlike Shen Qingyao and her group, she showed no fear or discomfort and didn't take these ghosts seriously at all.

What puzzled Shen Qingyao and Ruan Hongshuang even more was that the ghosts still looked exactly as they did in life, showing no signs of death whatsoever.

Moreover, they seem completely unaware that they are dead, continuing to follow their old habits as if they were still alive.

Just then, without warning, all the "people" seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and suddenly they all rushed in the same direction.

Each person's face was filled with lifelike, lively expressions.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The young lady of the Prince's mansion is going to throw her embroidered ball to choose her husband! Hurry up and go see what's going on!"

Another voice chimed in, "Hurry up and hurry up! If you're lucky enough to be chosen by Miss Wang, you'll enjoy wealth and luxury for the rest of your life!"

Then came another mocking voice: "Hmph, you think you can catch Miss Wang's eye? That's just wishful thinking!"

This group of "people" rushed past Shen Qingyao and the others in a flurry of activity, muttering cheerful and lighthearted words as they hurried toward the same destination.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling place was left with only Shen Qingyao and her few companions standing there alone. The surroundings instantly became empty, silent, eerily quiet, and even chilling.

"Hey! Why did they all leave? I hadn't seen enough of them yet!"

Long Jiaojiao pouted, looking very unhappy, and stared resentfully at the departing group of people.

At this moment, an indescribable feeling welled up in Shen Qingyao's heart.

She vaguely felt that an invisible force was secretly controlling everything, like an unseen hand, leading them involuntarily to a certain place.

"Go! Go and see!"

Instead of wasting time here, we might as well go and see who's behind this. We should at least go and meet them.

Shen Qingyao took Si Jingnian's hand and took the lead in walking towards the direction where the 'people' had disappeared.

Without hesitation, Ruan Hongshuang picked up Long Jiaojiao and followed.