The arrival of Xu Zimei was like a plague, everyone avoided him from afar.
Watching these people leave one by one, the elderly storyteller gently shook his head, collected the book in front of him, and prepared to leave.
"Old man, may I ask you a few questions?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"Go ahead," the old man lifted his head and looked at Xu Zimei, then spoke.
"Why are those people afraid to come near me?" Xu Zimei asked.
"They are all low-level ghost spirits, your yang energy is too strong; if they stay too long, their souls will scatter," the old man explained.
"Is this Netherworld City considered a forbidden land?" Xu Zimei asked.
"The Netherworld City is Netherworld City, it is not considered a forbidden land," the old man shook his head.
"If you want to go to the forbidden land, you can find the City Lord, the entrance is in his hands."
