Chapter 1862 Safe Return

Indeed, on this day in mid-April, living souls were often summoned, but most were lured in as replacements for the dead. Yet, none were quite like him. His wrist was wrapped in a Spirit Token as he boldly strode into Ghoulton. Such a flamboyant living soul was truly rare. The surrounding spirits exchanged glances. Who would summon such a living soul to the underworld, and for what purpose? Unlike the malevolent spirits on the bus earlier, who sought only to harm, these spirits were here for Ghoulton's festivities. They were seeking fun, not victims. Fortunately, they were also smarter than the batch earlier. Even the dullest among them could tell a living soul who acted like this was no ordinary presence. So, none dared step forward to challenge Dalton outright. They waited, watching for any signs of weakness. As it turned out, their hesitation was wise. With every step Dalton took, the cobblestones beneath him groaned. Even the Ghoulton signs swayed precariously, threatening to