When I woke up, I was still a little dazed. I never would have imagined that Zheng Motian would end up at Guangyuan Mountain Resort in the dream.
Hadn't Ye Qing and Wu Ling already dealt with that place? The ghost should have been eliminated, shouldn't it?
As I puzzled over it, I suddenly remembered that the road outside Guangyuan Mountain didn't seem to be called Guangyuan Highway.
I pulled out my phone and looked it up. Sure enough, my memory was right. The only road leading to Guangyuan Mountain Resort was Provincial Highway 418, and the section inside the scenic area had its own name: Wutong Road. The entire mountain area had retained its natural landscape and covered a wide expanse. Apart from that provincial highway, the only roads nearby were unmarked dirt tracks through the mountains. The locals might have had names for them, but there was definitely no "highway."
I searched for information about Guangyuan Mountain Resort. Aside from what had happened to Ye Qing and Wu Ling back then, I found only two scattered news reports from later years. The resort, built at great expense, had fallen into ruin and been closed indefinitely. Naturally, some media outlets had taken notice. But the matter had always been left unresolved, with various reasons given. Later reports had overlooked the water-quality investigation released by the government's health department. The media preferred to focus on the resort's investment company and more newsworthy topics. Whether the company had been doing poorly, changed its original plans, and abandoned the resort, or had run into problems with its business license and falsified information during inspections, either angle was more attention-grabbing than simple environmental factors.
Guangyuan Mountain Resort hadn't been aimed at the general public, but at wealthier, high-income customers. It had few visitors