The mood and scene were a perfect fit. This eerie and somber atmosphere arrived instantly.
"Taoist friend, may I ask your name?" Zhao Sheng found a white bone chair to sit down in, while casually asking the one-armed man sitting next to him.
"It's fine to call me Old Poison Arm. No one in the Ghost Market uses their real name; just a code name will do."
"Since that is the case, I am Prison Ghost, pleased to meet you, One-Armed Taoist friend."
Having said that, Zhao Sheng then asked, "May I inquire, Taoist friend, when exactly does the Ghost Market begin?"
"Just wait patiently!" the one-armed man said dismissively.
Zhao Sheng then kept silent, simply waiting quietly.
Shortly after perhaps half an hour went by, people gradually came in and seated themselves on the white bone chairs.
After a moment, it seemed that no more people were coming.
