The boy's figure disappeared a few seconds later.
The shadow on the wall disappeared, too.
Only the blood on the ground remained.
"What was that just now...? It didn't seem like a ghost?" Liu Miao asked.
"Mm, it wasn't a ghost. Just an illusion," Wu Ling said.
As she spoke, Ye Qing had already walked into the room.
The room seemed to have been a hall, but it was impossible to tell what it had been used for. A sign reading "Minqing Farm" hung high on the wall, alongside several other signs. Their writing and illustrations had grown so blurred that only a vague impression remained: they had been promotional materials about farm cultivation and management.
The camera turned.
Wu Ling was crouching on the ground, examining the bloodstains.
"Can you tell when this happened?" Liu Miao asked.
"I'm no forensic investigator." Wu Ling stood up, then added, "There isn't much resentment in the bloodstains, but there's some yin energy. That's not normal."
"What do you mean?" Liu Miao asked, puzzled.
"Someone who died under a curse should be affected by it. Their fear, resentment, and unwillingness to accept their fate should be more intense than a normal person's. They might not necessarily become a ghost, but if their consciousness was that strong as they died, then if they didn't become a ghost, they'd definitely leave traces somewhere else. The body and the blood are the most likely places."
"So does this mean he became a ghost?" Liu Miao blurted out.
"If he really became a ghost, then this yin energy is too weak." Wu Ling shook her head, a trace of confusion on her face.
Ye Qing's footsteps receded slightly.
Wu Ling and Liu Miao followed.
There were doors on both sides of the room. They were no longer