A dream?
I froze for a moment, carefully discerning Zheng Motian's condition.
Zheng Motian was still a ghost. The yin energy emanating from him had grown heavier than before.
I had followed Zheng Motian the whole way and witnessed his death. There was no doubt about it: he had taken out his compass, driven the car into the woods, walked through the woods, and finally been hit and killed by his own car. All of those things had really happened.
But now, Zheng Motian was sitting in the car, and his phone had come back to life. The time displayed was from before those events had happened. That, too, was really happening.
My expression darkened as I looked around again.
The shadows of the mountains were still just shadows of mountains. The yin energy in the air hadn't changed in the slightest.
Zheng Motian had recovered his breath and started the car again.
He seemed to have been shaken by what happened, so he turned on the car radio and started listening to the broadcast.
There weren't many stations on the car radio. Maybe there weren't many stations in this area, or maybe it was because of the time.
Zheng Motian drove while adjusting the dial several times.
He kept his speed very low and drove carefully.
At last, a human voice came through one of the stations.
"...That last song was from Mia, 'Truly for You.' We'd like to dedicate it to our listener, Ms. Lin, and wish her all the best for her wedding this weekend. Please get some rest early and be at your best to become the most beautiful bride. Once again, congratulations, Ms. Lin. May you and your husband enjoy a long and happy marriage. And now, let's take the next caller. Hello, you're on