A sudden splash of red intruded upon the black-and-white world.
The bride-to-be walked toward her husband. With every step her Embroidered Shoes took, the rainwater flowing through the street rippled outward.
Those ripples kept spreading, flowing toward Ji Li drop by drop.
The water reflected Ji Li and the bride, one above and one below.
Above the water stood Ji Li with his long hair hanging loose, and the bride dressed in her wedding finery.
Below the water stood the groom with his hair tied in a topknot, and the Female Ghost whose flesh had rotted away to bone.
Separated by a single sheet of water, the scenes were utterly opposite. Reality had been reversed, and past, present, and future could no longer be distinguished.
What was this scene foreshadowing? What was it trying to say...?
Ji Li could not see clearly. He was mad now; he only wanted to clutch his heart and dig it out.
Suddenly, the first light flickered on in one of the high-rises surrounding the intersection. Then came the dazzling neon lights.
As the lights shone in a riot of colors, the Flower Rain filling the sky began to turn transparent.
At the same time, a twisted black shadow appeared beside Ji Li and slowly solidified.
Yet with the Flower Rain still falling, its true appearance remained hidden. It only took the form of a slender, feminine figure.
The neon lights began to flicker violently, as though power had just been restored after emergency repairs.
The Real World was asserting its reality. The petals in the sky turning from red to transparent, along with the increasingly heavy rainfall, showed that this place was a mission.
This was the joint reception mission of the Seventh (Tenth) and Fourth Branches.
Ghosts outside the mission were forbidden from