When I thought about all these things, the ease I'd felt earlier gave way to tension again.
The wider world hadn't fallen into panic and confusion, but the Ghost King's existence remained a problem.
A ghost like Gu Yan could lose control in a fit of madness and cause hundreds of deaths. No matter what, I didn't want to see something like that happen again and again.
That old photograph couldn't get me into a dream, so I had to choose another target.
The plan had changed from what it was before. I wasn't going to wait anymore. I was going to take the initiative.
Even if each dream only pushed the person I'd possessed five or ten years into the future, given enough time, I still had a chance of finding the original ghost.
More and more people were appearing on the campus roads, all heading for the gymnasium. Teachers and police officers were keeping order along the sides of the roads. The students were downcast, as though a cloud hung over them, but they still did as they were told, and no chaos broke out.
Once we reached the gymnasium, everyone registered their information and found a seat. Counselors from every college and class were there, and the school leaders used the gymnasium's loudspeakers to direct everyone to sit with their class.
As someone from outside the school, I was directed elsewhere.
My sister held my hand, looking aggrieved.
"It's okay. It's over now." I comfortingly patted her shoulder.
Now that I knew she was safe, there was no need for me to stay with her the whole time.
I knew very well that keeping everyone orderly was more important right now. If another panic broke out, people might get hurt or killed again. That would be much