After a long pause, Liu Liangwang stammered, "Reporter Yuan, Yuan Xiaomei, just like that... How... How did she...?"
Yuan Xiaomei had died long ago, but this ending had still caught us completely off guard.
The group admin was the first to grow suspicious. He looked warily at me, then at Wu Ling and the others. He probably suspected we'd done something. But judging by his conflicted, shifting expression, he didn't seem to think we'd secretly tampered with anything.
Putting myself in his shoes, I'd have my doubts, too. Even if I didn't suspect Wu Ling, I'd wonder whether being exposed after death would make someone's soul vanish and kill them for good.
After speaking, Liu Liangwang fell silent. Unlike the group admin, he didn't seem conflicted. Instead, he looked grief-stricken.
Wu Ling and Nangong Yao both looked thoughtful. I pondered Yuan Xiaomei's last words, but didn't dwell on them.
Yuan Xiaomei had probably seen the truth about the ghost of Guangyuan Mountain. She'd seen the theater troupe and learned that he was its leader. Perhaps she'd even seen that other world.
I hadn't told Wu Ling about any of this yet, so it wasn't surprising that she and the others were deep in thought.
I wanted to remind them of something, but when I looked up, I saw Gu Mo clutching his head and couldn't help calling out to him.
Wu Ling and Nangong Yao's expressions turned grave, too.
They helped Gu Mo onto the back seat. Nangong Yao rode the bicycle while Wu Ling walked beside him, steadying him.
I ran to Gu Mo's other side.
The group admin seemed wary and didn't follow close behind.
Liu Liangwang had already been struggling to keep up, and now he was distracted. There was no way he'd be able to run