Was this... suicide?
Wait, her vital signs had disappeared. She was dead, but my dream hadn't ended yet.
This world had undergone a fundamental change.
The underworld was gone. The place where souls reincarnated no longer existed.
As soon as I had that thought, a phantom appeared before me.
The caregiver was calling out anxiously as she tried to resuscitate the old woman, while the old woman's soul stood off to the side, watching impassively.
She suddenly turned and looked at me.
It wasn't surprising that Grandma Enna could see me. She hadn't had this ability as a young girl, but at her age, having dealt with supernatural events since childhood and used her abilities constantly, it shouldn't have been difficult for her.
The old woman looked at me appraisingly. Her gaze shifted slightly, settling on my shoulder.
Her eyes passed over my shoulder.
My heart stirred, but I resisted the urge to turn around.
The old woman suddenly sighed, then chuckled.
She didn't speak, but I "read" her thoughts.
"Young people have it good. So full of life, never giving up. Keep it up."
Following the direction of her gaze, I opened my eyes and woke from the dream.
I raised my hands and looked at them.
I clenched my fists, then opened them again.
There was no change in my body.
Had Ye Qing brought me into that dream just so I could meet Grandma Enna?
It was easy enough to understand what Grandma Enna had said at the end.
She was already old. What she had done all her life was probably serve as a bridge between the living and the dead. Once she no longer needed to pass on messages, because the two could communicate directly, her work had lost its meaning.
If someone from Greenleaf