The strange thing now was that she was wearing sunglasses, followed by two men in black who seemed to be escorting her, their faces grim as they constantly urged her forward in low whispers.

Judging by the way she walked, the woman seemed as if she were blind and unable to see the road, stumbling along.

Even though I was only ten meters away from her, she acted as if she hadn't seen me at all, continuing straight ahead.

The two men escorting her must have seen me; their gazes snapped toward my position.

When my eyes met theirs, I felt a chilling murderous intent radiating from them—a look no ordinary person could possess.

I even thought their sclerae were blue instead of the normal white.

Perhaps it was because I wasn't staring directly into their eyes, but as the three of them passed by me, none of them looked at me; instead, they skirted around my side.

As they walked past, I froze for a moment, thinking, "Wasn't I just looking for this woman? Is it really okay to just let them walk by?"

Just as I hesitated, I heard one man in black say to the other, "That kid's look just now was a bit off. He might be able to see us."

The other man in black replied, "No way, unless he isn't human, there’s no way he could see us."

With that, the two started to turn back to look at me. For some reason, a chill ran down my spine, so I quickly pretended nothing had happened and continued walking forward.

Then I heard the first man in black say, "See? He can't see us. Look how annoying he looks; why don't I mess with him a bit, make him walk in circles here all night?"

The other replied, "Pipi, don't do those pointless things; we don't have time to play right now."

Pipi said, "Got it, Jiao Jiao, I won't be mischievous."

A sudden shudder ran through me. I couldn't believe these hulking brutes were named Pipi and Jiao Jiao; I had no idea what their deal was.

Once Pipi and Jiao Jiao had led the little colt further away, I turned back to watch the trio.

I saw a thin middle-aged man walking toward them from the opposite direction, carrying a *bag, looking utterly exhausted.

This was clearly a workaholic finishing a night shift; it was already eleven o'clock, and he was just getting off.

At that moment, Pipi suddenly ran up to the middle-aged man, dancing, singing, and making funny faces.

But the man remained expressionless, keeping his head down as he walked his night route, as if nothing was happening in front of him.

Watching this, my heart went cold, because Pipi and Jiao Jiao were clearly not mentally unstable; they must genuinely be able to turn invisible.

The only reason I could see them was that I was currently in Superman Mode.

Furthermore, when those two mentioned making me walk in circles indefinitely, wasn't that the "phantom wall" trick only ghosts could pull off?

Could it be that these two weren't human, but minor spirits tasked with capturing wandering souls?

The thought sent cold sweat trickling down my back.

However, when I noticed them deliberately walking around a utility pole standing in the middle of the road, I felt something was wrong again.

Ghosts possess the ability to pass through walls; they wouldn't need to detour around it.

Pipi and Jiao Jiao escorted the little colt onward, and I had no idea where they were headed.

I had no choice but to follow them cautiously.

I pulled out my phone, pretending to look at it while walking, and kept trailing the three of them.

Over the course of the half-hour walk, Pipi and Jiao Jiao chattered and laughed, occasionally teasing people walking toward them.

But the little colt they were escorting hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, like a robot, or as if she had been drugged by Pipi and Jiao Jiao.

They first walked along the main street, then turned into an alley and went straight to the end.

I saw that the alley was full of neon lights, hosting several small bars—the kind with a certain alluring atmosphere.

Although the winter night was cold, lively voices drifted out from the bars.

A young fellow, drunk, was squatting in the middle of the alley, occasionally retching—clearly overloaded on alcohol.

The two escorts, treating the little colt like a dead dog, circled around the vomiting person in the middle and turned into a small bar.

I quickly skirted around as well and approached the bar entrance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I rounded the corner, a middle-aged woman with a punked-up hairdo, wearing a low-cut top and smoking a cigarette, was sitting with one leg crossed over the other right at the entrance, blocking me. She said, "Hold it! We're closed today."

I paused, saying, "The owner? Haha, hello. It looks quite lively in there; you say you're closed, but..."