"Why are you asking me that? There isn't anyone here—not a person, not a ghost. Was there really anything wrong with setting the place on fire to break the living formation? At least there won't be anything dangerous happening here anymore. What's wrong with doing that for everyone's sake?" Xijun's eyes held a trace of displeasure. It was clear that, in order to save her mother, she had become somewhat stubborn and convinced she alone was right.
"It really isn't some famous historical site. Ever since the Yinfeng Coffin came crashing down, there haven't been any living people here. But everything exists for a reason. You can't just decide to burn it down and set it ablaze, can you?" Jiang Han still disagreed. Ghosts had a sense of belonging too, after all. Quite a few ghosts had lived in Yinfeng Town before, and now they were homeless for no reason. It was indeed hard to justify.
"Heh. Why does no one care about the living formation, but everyone cares whether Yinfeng Town was burned down? Did the mountain ghost's departure make you forget what our real purpose was? Grandma is still inside the Yinfeng Coffin. Why can't you spare a thought for her? We agreed to break the living formation and rescue Mom. Why has that promise become a lie?" Xijun ignored Liu Xiaomiao and Jiang Han. Instead, she confronted me directly.
Jiang Han's face went pale, and he couldn't say anything for a long while. Liu Xiaomiao was stunned too, never expecting Xijun's words to be so sharp. Yan'er didn't dare make a sound. She held my hand, trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but helpless confusion. "Big Brother said we couldn't burn it..."
I fell silent, my heart oppressed to its limit. The household ghosts, who had originally been