"Do you know that my lifelong passion is nature? Yet the beauty of spring goes unseen by all..."
Clyde suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a complicated mixture of shock and terror as he stared fixedly at the ceiling.
There was naturally nothing there but pitch-black void, yet an extremely familiar voice was singing those opera lyrics.
The voice was ethereal, the breathing unhurried, and the wording uniquely flavorful, yet once it entered the ears, it carried a chillingly terrifying power.
This was Clyde's first time hearing A Garden Encounter, because it could be said that he had created this tune himself.
"Th-That's Yan Zi's voice!"
Through that melancholy, resentful voice, he seemed to glimpse a woman with striking features, pale skin, and crimson lips within the empty void.
But with a thunderous crash, that face began to split apart, as though countless steel wires had sliced through her skin and tightened into her flesh and bones. Blood erupted in great sprays.
It was like a hydraulic press concentrating a thousand pounds of force onto a single grapefruit. The pulp burst apart, and juice splattered everywhere.
Clyde shuddered in terror. He could barely tell whether this was an illusion or reality. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the quiet, dim Master Bedroom.
"Blooming in dazzling splendor, only to be surrendered to broken wells and crumbling walls."
The eerie lyrics were sung in an eerie tune. Clyde braced his left hand against the windowsill and leaned against the cold glass, while his right hand had already slipped into his pocket.
"My guess was right. Yan Ji really became a ghost. Perhaps anyone who dies on Old Yu Street turns into one!"
That guess had not been wrong, and the next shift in the scene also