The evil ghost with charred claws looked greedily at Chen Qimo's departing back, then only when he sensed someone approaching did he quietly sink into the ground and vanish.
The city's sprawling network of underground sewers aren't just a paradise for rats and cockroaches; these evil ghosts are huge fans, too.
At the very least, the Scorching Sun Department folks rarely chase anyone down into the sewers, and, down there, it's hard for those people to use their powers to the fullest.
The evil ghost slipped through the underground passageways, quickly following the sewers out to a rundown house in the suburbs.
Waiting there were a Fierce Ghost in a red dress, her face covered in a bushy goatee, and a Water Ghost soaking in the old bathtub.
"No one noticed you, right?" the Red Skirt Ghost asked.
"Nah, it's a small town like this—Scorching Sun's lapdogs are few and far between," the green-faced, fanged evil ghost replied offhandedly.
"So, did you find anything?"
