Yizi sat on Bai Bird's head like Xia Yan.

The mountain road is dim, with only temporary street lights on both sides, which are dim and lonely.

When I reached the mountainside, it suddenly became brighter and a lively sound appeared.

That was the stall owners of the festival stalls, preparing for the festival that was about to begin.

Xia Yan swept the stalls around him, shaved ice, chocolate bananas, Kanto cooked..., and various snacks made him very envious.

But he could only be envious.

Speaking of the festival, what did Keiko and Ai Jiang do so early? Xia Yan was puzzled.

In his gaze, Shirato Keiko and Shirato Ai continued to walk forward.

Xia Yan felt that this road looked familiar.

He remembered that this was the route he took when Wisteria Chikura came the day before yesterday.

That day, Wisteria Chiharu came to a stall and looked at it, leaving regretfully.

What was that stall? Xia Yan was curious.

When he saw that Keiko Shirato and Ai Shirato were also staying at the stall, he became even more curious.

He looked at the stall, which was a stall selling masks and catching goldfish.

The owner of the stall is an old man.

"Grandpa!" Bai Bird loves to run to the old man.

It turns out that this is the stall of the White Niao House.

Then the last time Wisteria Chiharu came here, she wanted to meet Ai Jiang or Keiko.

Touching his chin, Xia Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the stall in front of him.

The things from the White Niao family are his things, so this stall is a subsidiary of the Ghost Consortium!

This is an important transformation from the ghost consortium online to offline, from the virtual economy to the real economy!

He floated over the stall with joy.
Chapter completed!