"Was this common? Did every Ghost King set up their own calendar?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu thought for a moment. "I think... I don't know... I only heard about the other Ghost Kings from my brother."
I suddenly realized that if Lan Ji had set her own calendar, the other Ghost Kings might have done the same. The "seven years later" I'd seen might not be accurate at all.
My heart tightened.
On the bright side, it would normally take decades for the world to reach the state I'd seen in the future, with everyone having adapted to and accepted it. If that was the case, we still had plenty of time to deal with the world's gradual deterioration.
On the other hand, maybe we didn't have seven years. With ghosts existing and so many ghosts from the underworld coming to the human world, once the numbers reversed and ghosts outnumbered humans, this shift in attitudes might not take that long. In a year or two, perhaps everyone in the world would accept that ghosts existed—and that ghosts were stronger than humans.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest.
The Thin Man and the Fat Man looked grim.
The people from Greenleaf had probably weathered all kinds of storms. They remained composed.
"When you came over, how were the people here dressed? We should be able to get a rough idea of what era it was," Wu Ling said. She didn't dwell on the question of dates, instead guiding Luo Mu from another angle.
Luo Mu suddenly understood. "Back then, phone booths were like this..." He gestured frantically, growing anxious. "They were... inside a shop. A place where people... sold things."
"Public phones in convenience stores?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu nodded, uneasily. "I... Nobody saw me... I just...