Chapter 89: Strange Tales from the Spirit Realm (1)

It was dusk. The last light of the sun lay over the Human World like rouge brushed on a girl's cheeks-a color that always seemed just right. Ashwood Lane was bathed in that glow. People drifted along at an easy pace, shoulders brushing, heels nudging, squeezing past one snack stall after another. The most famous on the street belonged to Xena, who ran a wonton stand. Her wontons were as plump as dumplings, stuffed to the brim and simmered in a secret broth. Every time the pot came to a boil, fragrance...