Before a temple somewhere in Shanming City, a stunning woman knelt on a cushion, sincerely offering incense, her sleeves fluttering alongside its smoke.
Before she could plant the three long-burning sticks of incense, her lovely brows drew together, and she looked back through the snow.
A handsome man standing straight with his hands behind his back turned his head at the same moment.
Two gazes met the swirling snow and looked toward the distant horizon, as though something there had caught their attention.
Only a moment later, the man calmly turned back. An extraordinary light flickered in his gray eyes, their depths like a sea of stars.
"It has nothing to do with either of us."
The Black-clothed ghost's actions met with obstacle after obstacle.
The secrets tied to the name Jiang Xi were not particularly profound, but four extraordinary people remembered her, and so its efforts fell short.
That was indeed her good fortune.
Gu Xingjian, toying with the Five Emperors Coin; Luo Xian, offering incense before the temple; Li Yi, looking down over the burning incense—all harbored great secrets.
And, of course, there was the last of the four.
The Black-clothed ghost's killing method erased all traces of a person's existence. Many people were familiar with this method—familiar to their very bones.
In the Monitoring Room on the Third Floor, a look of surprise appeared on Ji Li's face.
He rose from his chair, his cane striking the floor with a thud and jolting Luo Ge beside him out of the supernatural influence still affecting him.
"What's going on? How did I nearly forget Jiang Xi?"
The Black-clothed ghost's actions had been affected by the "things" in those four people's memories, forcing it to stop and thus fail.
Luo Ge's erased memories of Jiang Xi returned. By