Amnesiac Ghost

"Xiao Li, are you afraid?"

Chen Feng turned to look at Xiao Li behind him.

Xiao Li nodded. "Brother Feng, I'm not afraid. As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything!"

"Good!"

Chen Feng nodded. "Just stay close to me. No matter what you see later, don't panic. As long as you follow me, you'll be fine!"

"Mm!"

Xiao Li nodded rapidly, like a chick pecking at grain.

Under the moonlight, the forest ahead looked even more sinister, its towering trees like eerie specters that stirred fear in one's heart. Shadows darted through them, impossible to tell what they were.

A carriage moved slowly through this desolate, uninhabited place.

Only the dim moonlight and the oil lamp on the carriage could barely illuminate the road ahead.

As they traveled onward, a sound suddenly drifted over from afar. Xiao Li had already been extremely nervous, and when she suddenly heard a woman's voice, her face went pale.

It sounded like weeping—a woman crying. It began loudly, then gradually grew quieter.

Broken and intermittent, mournful and miserable, it sounded like the despairing cries of a woman lost in the forest with no way out, as though she had encountered tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves.

In a place this quiet, Chen Feng would never have believed that sound came from a human.

Not everyone was a Taoist who needed to come here in search of ghosts.

Chen Feng and Xiao Li did not take a detour. They had come here specifically to find ghosts, and hearing that sound made Chen Feng rather happy. This was exactly what he was looking for.

Following the sound, Chen Feng steered the carriage toward it.

Xiao Li remained on edge the entire way, but she did not say a word or intend to turn