I thought this group had formed too quickly. But I wasn't sure whether there was some conspiracy behind it. Time in the dream jumped around too much, making it difficult for me to observe anything truly useful. Maybe my intuition was right, or maybe I'd grown suspicious first and was seeing everyone through a biased lens.
The group itself, though, seemed to have a decent lineup.
Mo Xiaoling could see the scenes of people dying in supernatural incidents, the fortune-teller could make divinations, and Sister Hei could command ghosts. Jin Shanshan and Liu Liangwang were ordinary people, yet they weren't afraid in the least. They had nothing to protect themselves with, but still followed Mo Xiaoling and Sister Hei around the country. The fortune-teller, on the other hand, still hadn't revealed their real name, and never went out with them.
Wu Qiren was just as worried as I was about Jin Shanshan's situation.
"You don't know each other that well. You don't know what Mo Xiaoling does for work, what Sister Hei does, or what their families are like. And that fortune-teller won't even tell you their name," Wu Qiren said.
This wasn't the first time he'd brought it up.
Jin Shanshan was writing down her schedule on her phone. She looked up and smiled at Wu Qiren. "I know. I just haven't told you. Xiaoling's an accountant at a trading company. Sister Hei doesn't need a job—ghost hunting is her job. Like the people from Greenleaf back then, she takes commissions, gets paid, and gets things done. She doesn't take us along when she's working. That would be dangerous. They're all nice, and they keep business and personal matters separate. Besides, the places we visit aren't that dangerous. They're just houses where someone died, or cemeteries in mountain villages.