The secret passage was deep and dark, with a faint trace of blood in the air.
The Maid's corpse still lay on the ground.
Yet a translucent, human-shaped shadow had emerged from Ye Feili's hook.
The woman's figure gave off a faint glow, revealing the nature of her soul.
This was her soul.
When it first appeared, it seemed dazed. But after seeing her own corpse and the five people standing opposite her, she gradually understood her situation.
Yes, she had been killed.
The Maid froze in place.
She slowly knelt before her corpse, wanting to reach out and touch her own body.
Her hand passed through the corpse, touching nothing.
Despair filled the Maid's face. She covered her face with both hands and began to sob softly.
Zhang Yinghao looked at Ye Feili.
Ye Feili looked at Gu Qing Shan.
Gu Qing Shan shook his head, signaling for everyone to wait.
When someone first discovered they were dead, that was probably when their mind took the hardest blow.
It was essential to give her some time to accept the fact and calm herself.
Everyone stood silently where they were and waited.
The Maid wept bitterly, occasionally murmuring a few words.
But no one could hear a sound from her.
She was a ghost. A ghost was in a special state, having just left the human world but not yet gone to any other world. With no place to call home, her voice could not be heard.
Only Ye Feili could hear the sounds of all things, so he listened carefully.
A trace of sorrow gradually appeared on Ye Feili's face.
"What did you find?" Gu Qing Shan asked quietly.
"Ah, nothing. I just feel like she's had a pretty tragic life—"
As Ye Feili spoke, his expression suddenly changed.