When Shen Xiaorong disappeared, my soul returned directly to my body. I opened my eyes to see the bedroom ceiling.
I stared for a long while, nearly sliding off my chair, before hurriedly sitting up straight.
Shen Xiaorong had definitely died. That kind of death... He must have been killed by Ye Qing.
Had Ye Qing gone crazy? Lost control?
Otherwise, why would he kill Shen Xiaorong?
Shen Xiaorong could take me to find the ghosts from long ago. Only then might I be able to completely change reality!
Or did he have another plan?
Or had Shen Xiaorong actually been up to no good?
I thought until my head hurt, but I still couldn't figure out the truth.
I took out my phone and called Wu Ling. Unable to keep the irritation from my voice, I demanded to know what was going on with Ye Qing.
Wu Ling sounded surprised.
"You mean, he killed Shen Xiaorong?" Wu Ling fell silent for a long while. Like me, she had no answer.
"Bai An did find some artworks, though." Wu Ling suddenly said, "We didn't know what they were before, but now it looks like they depict Shen Xiaorong's life."
Wu Ling sent me Bai An's paintings.
The first showed an old-fashioned house, a courtyard in the middle of farmland, and a grand mansion with carved railings and painted beams. It looked like the home of a wealthy family. The surrounding fields seemed rather out of place next to the mansion.
This was the first image in the long scroll. There was nothing supernatural or strange about it.
The second image showed a screen wall. It was as if the viewpoint had followed the camera into the mansion and brought that wall into view.
The wall wasn't carved with flowers, birds,