According to Han Yun, this pocket dimension had formed because all of them—ghosts and humans alike—had gathered here. The maddened heavens, combined with the two entrances to other dimensions, had left this place only partially isolated. And they themselves were also why the isolation was incomplete.
"In the trendy lingo you young folks use, this is a spatial ability. I have one, and so do that female ghost and the old man. The little shared bike counts too, and that big leaf has an ability along those lines as well." Han Yun started counting on his fingers again, speaking with "childlike innocence."
I felt a headache coming on. "Who's the big leaf?"
Han Yun rose onto his tiptoes and gestured. "The big~ leaf!"
"The tall one?"
The taller one should have been Liu Miao.
Han Yun nodded.
Liu Miao's ability was somewhat unusual. He was more like a passageway; with his ability, those who had died unjustly could take revenge. In a sense, he opened a temporary passage between the human world and the underworld.
The shared-bike spirit was easy enough to understand. It had been born from the shared bikes. Most of the people who remembered it or thought about it were still in the real world; this little place, Yangshan District, couldn't compare. It could also appear on shared bikes at will and control them, which meant part of it had effectively escaped this prison and stayed connected to the real world.
As for Han Yun, I remembered that he had abducted quite a few children. They might be playing in one of the pocket dimensions he had created.
"Is the female ghost the one who delivers the shipping slips?" I asked.
Han Yun nodded again, giving me a look that said, "You really have to ask?"
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