The faces that looked around at us were very pale, white as paper. I looked around carefully and found that these people were not human at all. They were all ghosts. We seem to have come to a place where we shouldn't have come, but I think I should have read it correctly just now. It's really a night market run by one person. It's not a ghost market in the underworld at all. But why are there so many ghosts here? I looked carefully at the owner of the big stall. The owner of the big stall felt a little familiar to me. After looking at her carefully, I...