Zhang Xiaojun cried, raising his hand high to point toward the sky in the northeast.
His way of pointing left us at a loss.
"How far away?" Chen Xiao Qiu asked.
I was still staring at Zhang Xiaojun, unable to quite take it in.
Zhang Xiaojun had been eaten by the bear. His father had been eaten by the bear, too. But when people died, their souls remained. It took a little while for a soul to emerge from the body, and longer still for it to regain its senses.
With the underworld gone, those souls couldn't be reincarnated. They could only become ghosts.
In her previous life, Chen Xiao Qiu had been a spirit officer in the underworld, and she had already shown some of those abilities. It wasn't entirely unexpected that she could bring Zhang Xiaojun's soul out this time.
It was just that Chen Xiao Qiu seemed to have been prepared to do this all along.
"Very far, very far. I can't see it." Zhang Xiaojun was still crying. His raised hand drooped.
I didn't know how to comfort the boy. I had wanted to save him in the dream, but I hadn't seen the teddy bear attack him there. And just now...
I clenched my teeth, feeling guilty.
This wasn't the first time I'd felt so helpless.
"Can you tell us what happened to you and your dad? You don't live here, do you?" Chen Xiao Qiu glanced at the residents passing through the neighborhood, then led Zhang Xiaojun toward a small garden nearby.
I followed them with my phone in hand. On the way, I told Gu Mo and Nangong Yao which direction Zhang Xiaojun had pointed.
Gu Mo mentioned another discovery of his. "Those bears' song sounds a little familiar. I don't think they