The man repeated himself several times, emphasizing that those people had been high on drugs and causing trouble.
That seemed easy enough to believe. At least it was more convincing than ghosts—or Gu Yan's fans turning into ghosts and killing Nan Tian's fans.
Follow-up news quickly appeared on social media. Notifications mentioned the man's claim that the flames wouldn't go out.
A reporter photographed firefighters stationed inside and outside the restaurant.
Two of the victims' identities had also been confirmed. One was Sister Xin. She was married, and her husband knew about her gathering. After seeing the news, he'd gone straight to the scene and found the police there. Naturally, the reporters took notice of him.
But Sister Xin's husband had no idea what had happened that afternoon. She hadn't contacted him, and the gathering was supposed to last until evening, so he hadn't reached out to her either.
In the photos taken by reporters, the man looked utterly bewildered.
He had shown the reporters a photo of the two of them together.
When I saw it, my eyes lit up.
The whole world had changed long ago, and the ghosts had changed too. I'd only recently realized this, but I'd deduced it from the changes in the past and in the present.
Of course, I couldn't tell anyone else.
With a photo of Sister Xin, I could pretend I'd entered a dream and dreamed about her.
The strange ghosts that Sister Xin and the others had become after dying would serve as compelling evidence.
Now, it wasn't just that the dead could turn into ghosts and eventually become Ghost Kings. New monsters had appeared too.
I was certain that what formed after those people's souls fused wasn't an ordinary ghost. After I discussed it with Wu Ling, she confirmed