Even the Ghost King hadn't been dealt with. If more monsters or demons appeared, this world would probably be finished—there'd be no saving it.
The thought came to me, along with Greenleaf's grand plan.
I should still look for someone like that. No, a ghost like that. Find him, change that part of history, and make everything normal again.
The changes to the past and the reality they affected had proved that this plan was possible.
Another force might already have found that ghost.
I let out a breath and tried to relax.
The situation wasn't as bad as it could be. That future hadn't come to pass yet.
The growing number of Ghost Kings meant that quite a few ghosts had been around for longer in this world.
Take the old man fishing by the river, for example. He'd been around for a long time.
I couldn't tell what era it had been from the clothes people wore in the vision or the buildings around them, but surely it had been hundreds of years ago, right?
Han Yun had originally been an old ghost. Now there might be ghosts older than him, openly squatting somewhere as Ghost Kings.
There was still a chance.
The Fatso drove us to my neighborhood and dropped me off.
I said goodbye to the two of them.
I reminded the Skinny One again not to use that skull. It gave me a bad feeling.
The Skinny One agreed.
I watched the car drive away, then turned and went into the neighborhood.
My parents were still awake, watching TV with worried expressions.
The news was interrupting its broadcast to report on what had just happened. They'd brought in some expert to analyze the situation.
"You're back. Are you all right? Did you run into anything?"