If Li Yi is willing, they can go to Ghost Street with him when the time comes.
"If they don't go, they can stay in Sanyang City, four hundred taels is four hundred taels," Li Yi said, and then added, "Zhao Qian, pay up."
"I'm letting you off easy, old hag," Zhao Qian huffed and took out several silver notes, handing them over.
The Spiritual Woman extended her withered palm to take the money, then slowly stood up and said, "Follow me."
With that, the Spiritual Woman headed towards the back hall.
The three of them followed and saw that the back hall was gloomy and dark, with old coffins placed on both sides. Some of the coffins even had incense burning in front of them, and the stench mixed with the strong scent of incense was pervasive, making it uncomfortable and eliciting a feeling of wanting to vomit.
The Spiritual Woman led Li Yi to a large coffin and said, "Lie down inside, this coffin will help you get into Ghost Street."
Li Yi glanced at Zhao Qian.