That was wrong. I shouldn't be thinking about this right now.
My heart pounded.
We were standing at a turning point in history.
If we stopped these ghosts from coming out, would the world from seven years later never come to be? Or should we let them out to fight those new things?
Those two kinds of ghosts had to be different...
The old man's gaze swept over me. I felt as if someone had doused me with cold water.
"The Longevity Cemetery is just one place in the underworld where ghosts gather. There are many others like it. We're a very friendly bunch of ghosts. But in some places, the ghosts there are extremely volatile." The old man withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly.
I felt even colder.
We'd stumbled upon the Longevity Cemetery, but what about the other places?
Like the entrances to those alternate spaces, like those new things hiding away. Finding them and digging them all out was pure fantasy.
Even if we could do it, it would take too much time and effort. We couldn't move faster than the ghosts wreaking havoc on this world.
"Don't be so nervous. We mean no harm. We just want a little freedom. Even so, as you can see, that's very difficult. You don't need to be afraid." The old man smiled.
"I haven't had the chance to ask your name," Wu Ling said, adopting a different tone.
"Oh?" The old man's smile deepened. He looked at Wu Ling, then said, "Xiao Rong. My name is Shen Xiao Rong."
It was a somewhat feminine name, slightly at odds with the old man's gentlemanly bearing.
Wu Ling showed no particular expression.
"I understand. We'll stay in touch with you," Wu Ling said, deciding to end the conversation.
The old man