In that eerie atmosphere, my soul rose higher, and my consciousness gradually drifted away.
In a daze, I saw the cat wandering at the foot of the mountain. It let out a series of unwilling yowls.
Cars lined up along the road at the foot of the mountain, passing one after another.
I saw Han Ji. No—that was "Han Ji."
"Han Ji" glanced at the cat and met its eyes.
The cat quieted down and stopped meowing.
When I came to, I realized the dream was over and I was back in my body.
Leaving the dream left me with a strange sense of weightlessness. It took me a while to fully wake up from the black-and-white cat's consciousness.
It was Shimada Daiki!
I sprang out of bed.
It was Shimada Daiki! The female ghost's target was Shimada Daiki! Shimada Daiki was the enemy she was looking for!
More precisely, her target was Shimada Daiki's soul—the soul that had already been reincarnated.
I found it unbelievable, yet I could understand the female ghost's feelings.
They had peeled off her face, humiliated her, and executed her in public. Even after she died, the people of that village refused to leave her alone. They meant to keep humiliating her for generations, through their descendants and their descendants' descendants. It was no wonder she had become a ghost and wanted revenge.
The village was gone and its people were dead, but the ghosts would have to find the reincarnated souls of their enemies before they could put their hatred to rest.
There was no way to stop them from doing that.
I suspected their ghosts had some other vessel. They weren't something Greenleaf's people could destroy just by using their abilities. That was why they were so brazen around Greenleaf's people, around me.