I didn't like Yuan Xiaomei. No matter why she'd risked coming to Mount Guangyuan, or what ideals she'd held and what preparations she'd made before arriving, her adventure had brought trouble to people—and serious trouble at that. It had brought death.
It wasn't surprising that this ghost wanted revenge on Yuan Xiaomei.
But having him fixate on her was no help to me.
I was looking for the ghost of Mount Guangyuan. Zheng Motian or Yuan Xiaomei, neither of them could help with that. Even the pets probably knew more than Yuan Xiaomei, though they couldn't speak.
I could urge this ghost to take revenge, but I had no way to control his actions.
The surrounding steam slowly faded, and new scenery appeared. More precisely, it was still the villas in the resort.
I hurried after the ghost and kept whispering in his ear, "Yuan Xiaomei didn't kill you. It was the ghost here. The ghost of this place. There's an evil ghost here who killed you all. Go find him and take revenge. Go find that evil ghost."
Thinking of what had happened with Chu Run back then, I could only keep nagging him like this, hoping my words would change his mind.
However, Yuan Xiaomei had already appeared in the ghost's field of vision.
I grew even more anxious.
They must have run into Zheng Motian on the road and been attacked by him. After that, they'd fled in a panic, and this man had gone mad with fear. The only people he resented were Yuan Xiaomei and Zheng Motian. He'd just killed Zheng Motian, and if he killed Yuan Xiaomei now, his wish would be fulfilled, and he could move on to reincarnation.
Maybe he was trapped here and couldn't reincarnate, but once his obsession disappeared, his