Their emotions were getting to me.
Whatever state they were in now, their sincere feelings for Song Xian were moving.
Their joy and tears were real. There was no sinister aura about them, much less any malice from ghosts.
But I had no idea how to communicate with them.
After they had finished expressing their feelings, Wu Ling asked what they and Song Xian intended to do. Song Xian had insisted on bringing their ashes here; there had to be a reason.
The couple wiped away their tears and nodded, making no attempt to hide anything from us.
"We don't know how to explain it... It's like how people eat and drink. You just have an instinct telling you what to do. If I want to blink, I blink. I don't have to think about how to do it." The man stumbled over his words as he searched for an example. "It's the same for us. When we got here, we suddenly knew what we had to do. We need our ashes. We need our bodies. It's..."
"It's like wanting to eat or drink," the woman added.
The man agreed.
"What happens after you get the ashes?" Wu Ling asked.
The same bewilderment showed on both their faces.
"We don't know either. Um... right now, we need the ashes. We want to see Xiao Xian, and we need the ashes. We have this feeling that we can get in touch with Xiao Xian, that she can sense us. We... A young man said it was telepathy. Something like that," the man explained.
The idea of it being an instinct was hard to accept.
The biggest problem was that they weren't human or alive. They had been dead for many years, and had spent many years in the underworld as ghosts.