Ghosts weren't all-powerful, but they had many incredible abilities that let them do things the living would find inconceivable. They were like people with supernatural abilities, except their powers were freer and more varied.
At other times, encountering a ghost like this would have been enough to make anyone's heart pound with fear and put them on their guard. But from another perspective, turning a ghost into an ally meant gaining a powerful helper.
Li Yueyue and I had the same goal and our interests aligned. The only question was whether she was willing to trust me—and whether she could do what I hoped.
Li Yueyue's face was completely disfigured. She had no features left. I couldn't read her intentions from her face, but judging by the fluctuations in the yin energy around her, she seemed willing to give it a try.
I sensed a small mass of yin energy drawing near.
When I looked down, someone had already grabbed the hem of my clothes.
The little girl looked up at me. Her face was expressionless, and her voice was flat, but she still asked, "Can we really leave this place? Can we find Mom and Dad?"
I froze.
Did this little girl not know that her own parents had killed her over and over?
Back then, she had seemed possessed, constantly stoking the two couples' murderous urges. But in the end, her own parents had killed her many times.
I didn't know how she and Li Yueyue had come together, but I could imagine they were two girls in the same miserable boat who had temporarily found each other.
I hesitated, unsure how to answer her.
Lying to her and placating her might have been best. But without any trust between us, that lie could become a time bomb.