Yuan Xiaomei lowered her eyes and looked at no one.
The group leader's expression slowly turned dejected, and he sighed with a hint of regret.
Liu Liangwang was still bewildered, apparently unable to make sense of it.
The group leader was the first to speak.
"You're saying we're all dead, and we've all become ghosts, and now we're just dragging our own corpses around...?"
"Yes," I replied firmly, then added, "I can see it."
The group leader didn't say whether he believed me.
I couldn't help asking, "Before you came here, did you ever consider finding someone who knew about this kind of thing? Someone like me, who could give you a protective charm or something..."
"Would that even work?" the group leader retorted with a hint of scorn. "Those people who know about this stuff might trick outsiders whenever they feel like it. Then we'd end up being refined into ghosts by them. That'd be worse than just getting killed by a ghost."
There was a note of resentment in the group leader's voice. He probably remembered what Black Sister had done, so he didn't trust people in the paranormal world.
Liu Liangwang merely shook his head.
I suspected Liu Liangwang had come here prepared to die. He believed the fortune-teller's prediction, and therefore believed he was bound to die on this trip.
But he didn't know that the fortune-teller had changed that tarot card for his sake.
The fortune-teller's sacrifice might not have accomplished much, but surely it had made some difference.
Liu Liangwang had died so "naturally" that I could only guess the fortune-teller had already been too weak at the time. His ability had been affected by his condition, and the change he'd made hadn't done much.
There was no way to convince these three, which