Even though I called Wu Ling in the middle of the night, she sounded wide awake when she answered. She picked up immediately, without the slightest delay. It made me wonder whether Wu Ling even needed to sleep.
There was something unusual about Wu Ling's very existence. If she didn't need to sleep, that seemed entirely possible.
As these fanciful thoughts ran through my mind, I told her what had happened in the dream.
Wu Ling didn't share any of my emotions. She remained calm.
"I see. It seems that even after she reincarnated, her obsession still hasn't faded. And things in the underworld really have changed a lot. Hmm... I can't say this is a bad thing, either."
I was astonished.
Someone had died, and yet the outcome could still be called "not bad." Just how bad would things have to be to count as bad?
Wu Ling seemed to guess why I was surprised. Calmly, she said, "To settle all the grudges from her past life in just a few days, after more than a decade—and after dying once—can't be called a bad outcome. Compared with us, she's already very lucky. I suppose it's the result of the good karma she accumulated. After she died in her previous life, she saved a lot of people as an ordinary soul."
I was at a loss for words.
Wu Ling's way of thinking was, of course, different from an ordinary person's.
But I understood her logic very well.
When I thought about what Ruan Yuxia had done, I felt ashamed of myself.
If it were me, the best I could hope for after death would be reincarnation. If I really stayed in this world and became a wandering ghost, I didn't know whether I would turn into an evil spirit.