Chu Lan had already gotten into the ambulance with that man.
The ambulance slowly drove away from the funeral home.
The people nearby were discussing what had happened, and the sound of the car fading into the distance only made Wang Mingli's anger burn hotter. Her fury reached my mind. It was so intense that even without our thoughts connected, I could see faint flames flickering around her.
"Looks like she forced herself on him," the man said.
"That wish, that signature... Sister Sun before, and Tang Zhuoxi... It was her. It was all her..." Wang Mingli gritted her teeth. "How could she do this... How could she..."
I saw the baleful energy around Wang Mingli begin to change.
The man glanced sideways at her. "Tell me what happened. I'm kind of curious."
Wang Mingli turned to him. "Who are you? Are you... a ghost?"
"I'm a ghost too," the man said, emphasizing the word "too."
Wang Mingli's expression changed abruptly. It became even more twisted than before, and grief crept into it.
Like a punctured balloon, she suddenly deflated. In a pained voice, she told him what she had been through.
"...I'm the third one. There are three more... They... They've gone too far. Too far..." Tears welled in Wang Mingli's eyes.
"Oh. Then she might not know, either." The man shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched, turning his head as if looking for somewhere to lean.
"She doesn't know?" Wang Mingli looked up at him.
"It's possible," the man said casually. "Plenty of people play games like this, right? They don't take it seriously. Some people even bow at every temple they see without caring which bodhisattva is enshrined inside."
The man still wasn't being sarcastic. He was simply stating a fact.
Wang Mingli fell silent.