A beggar?
No.
Wrong!
More precisely, it looked like a beggar.
But upon closer inspection,
one would find that it was highly abnormal.
From behind, it looked like a memorial portrait seen from the back. Its motion of reaching into the void was like a hand extending from the portrait.
Moreover,
its movements carried an eerie quality.
They were not fluid.
It was as if the frames were skipping. Its hand reached out, grabbed, withdrew, reached out...
The motions repeated.
As it slowly moved forward.
It looked extremely strange.
"From the supernatural to the martial arts, then from the martial arts back to the supernatural. Going around in circles, we finally returned to the starting point here at the World's End."
Jiang Qiao watched its movements.
Especially its footsteps.
When the beggar walked, there was also an outline made of lines on the underside beneath the bridge, somewhat like a reflection, matching the beggar's movements exactly.
"Which one is real?"
The two sides were less than twenty meters apart. The beggar walked ahead, while Jiang Qiao and Mo Qingying followed behind.
"Do you feel anything?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
Mo Qingying was from Great Qi and had lived in this world for several centuries. Perhaps she had a different impression from his.
"It feels like a candle to me." Mo Qingying frowned.
"A candle?"
What the hell?
Jiang Qiao looked at her, waiting for her explanation.
"From behind, it looks like a ghost, and my perception confirms that it is a ghost. But I keep feeling that it is coming apart bit by bit. Like a candle..."
Mo Qingying thought while organizing her words, describing her sensations as fully as possible.
"I feel..."
"The beggar ghost we're seeing isn't the ghost itself."
"It resembles the light cast by a candle."
"When