The city before us blazed with lights. Ancient towers loomed, and in the heart of the city, a vast stretch of old buildings glowed beneath the night—like a sacred ritual festival was underway.
"Heh, colleagues, let's take human form for now and suppress the ghostly aura within our bodies. After all, this is the world of the living—the closest place to the Underworld Court."
A flash of ghostly green light followed. Ray Lin's taxi shimmered eerily, gradually morphing into a large bus. Ray Lin's clothing shifted into a pale blue driver's uniform.
All of us were already seated in the vehicle. Around us, a faint, supernatural black barrier—crafted by Black Moon—enclosed the group. A dog's bark rang out, and the Celestial Hound's body shrank, turning into a black wolfdog crouched on the ground.
Black Moon's body began to shift. The original blackness faded to white, and he donned a white jacket patterned with crescent moons and floral motifs. His face grew long and sharp, hair shortened, and he transformed into a strikingly handsome young man.
"Oh, BOSS, this isn't my real look, you know."
Black Moon spoke as he pulled out a fashion magazine, flipping it open to reveal a model who looked just like this.
Isabelle Frost began to change as well. Her outfit became a voluminous dress with red-and-black patterns, her hair tied up elegantly, giving her a refined, traditional beauty.
Felix Zhou wore a long overcoat, loose trousers, and black leather boots. The one who raised Felix Zhou—calling himself Deathcurse—turned into an old man in a thick, padded cotton coat.
Cao Wanzhi was still in his wheelchair, dressed in a plaid suit, holding a picture frame with Grace Hu's photo inside. The Ghost Painting Book Immortal let out a sigh.
"I have no idea about modern attire," the Ghost Painting Book Immortal said.
He took the magazine from Black Moon, glanced at it, and transformed into another male model: capri pants, scarf, knit hat, and a pink T-shirt. I stared in astonishment as everyone boarded the bus.
Only the Wraith Enforcer remained, his gaze deep and distant, fixed on Fengdu City ahead.
"It's already changed. The old City of the Dead was more beautiful than it is now."
"Did something come to mind?"
The Wraith Enforcer shook his head.
Victor Duan smiled, keeping his white suit as he boarded the bus, looking helpless. The Wraith Enforcer was so tall, he towered over the entire bus.
"What's wrong, Wraith Enforcer? Hurry up."
At this moment, the Wraith Enforcer looked embarrassed, head lowered, eyes brimming with helplessness.
"In my memories, only one guy stands out. The rest—I doubt I could become them."