Half an hour later, the carriage entered Zhuque Avenue from the eastern end and turned into a small alley to the north.
The accumulated snow inside had not been cleared away, and the wheels of the carriage got stuck, so the group had no choice but to disembark and walk.
"It's just ahead."
The procuress said.
Tan'er looked around curiously and asked, "Why isn't there anyone here?"
Even Meng Qianqian felt this place was too quiet, hard to believe such a desolate spot could exist near the bustling Zhuque Avenue.
The procuress sighed, "Once upon a time, this used to be the liveliest alley on Zhuque Avenue. Many venerated craftsmen and wandering swordsmen stayed here. I've forgotten the exact year, but one day a mysterious figure appeared on Zhuque Avenue, and this alley was bathed in blood. Who knows how many people died? The government investigated for years, inside and out, but never came up with any answers. The case became a cold one."
