Knowing that didn't help much with our current situation.
Christina was in an incorporeal state. Without a stable ghost, we had no way to deal with her.
Han Yun was at a loss, too.
"This is the first time I've encountered anything like this. She's different from the little ghost we dealt with before. What does she want to do?" Han Yun rubbed his chin and struck a thoughtful pose.
Yes, what did Christina want to do?
Was she going to drag everyone in the city into an alternate space?
We found an inn closest to the boundary of Christina's sinister aura and checked in.
Liu Miao asked me, "Can you still hear the singing?"
"I hear it from time to time." I nodded, my heart heavy.
Wu Ling was checking her phone when she suddenly spoke. "Nangong looked into it. So far, no one in this area has reported a missing person. Either Christina just started acting, or the singing you hear has some other meaning."
"No missing-person reports?" I hadn't expected that.
Wu Ling and the others seemed a little surprised, too.
"This is roughly all the information we have for now. Once we've prepared, we'll perform the summoning ritual." Wu Ling put down her phone. "We don't have enough information, and Christina's whereabouts and intentions are unknown. But since we're here, and we've confirmed she's in the area, we have to deal with her."
Wu Ling's determination was unusual, and it caught me by surprise.
The people of Greenleaf always seemed to take supernatural incidents as they came. If they couldn't resolve one, then they couldn't resolve it; they would leave it for later and see if an opportunity arose. The death of a client or a companion couldn't make them focus entirely on a single supernatural