Once a seed of suspicion had been planted, it took root and grew wildly in my heart.
I couldn't control my thoughts. Almost unconsciously, I looked around, picked a villa, and headed toward it.
In my dream, I'd seen Villa No. 4, with a window on its side smashed in. After walking for a while, I realized I'd chosen Villa No. 5 instead. As I continued on, I kept thinking about the broken window.
It had happened in an instant, and my memory wasn't good enough to remember the shape and position of every shard of glass.
So when I found Villa No. 4 and saw the broken window, I couldn't make a judgment.
Was it real, or was it fake?
I thought of Black Sis, trapped on the road up Guangyuan Mountain, repeating those words over and over.
There was no way to tell.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a shiver ran from my tailbone to the top of my head.
If there was no way to tell, then maybe the safest thing right now was not to encounter anything that could move.
Otherwise, whether I ran into Ye Qing, Wu Ling, Gu Mo, Nangong Yao, or those daredevils, it would be dangerous.
My steps faltered.
I turned around. The main road through the villa complex clearly split in two. One path led to the entrance and out of Guangyuan Mountain; the other led deeper into the complex, where the others—and possibly that ghost—should be.
If I made it outside the villa complex, I might even see Leopard, Black Sis, and Mo Xiaoling on the road—assuming they were still in the same state they'd been in when I dreamed of Mo Xiaoling.
I couldn't help hesitating.
When I wasn't under pressure, I always