I heard music.
A song, its lyrics somewhat indistinct, the powerful music drowning them out, the drumbeat like an amplified heartbeat.
Before long, another song started playing, overlapping with the explosive music from before. The soothing piano piece became nothing but noise in the song.
A few seconds later, a third layer of sound joined in.
I felt like the noise was making my brain spin. Just as my head began to throb, the sounds all stopped.
The scene before my eyes brightened.
I saw that I was now in an office in some office building. Every employee in the cubicles was clutching a phone, looking at one another in shock.
The scene looked vaguely familiar. A moment later, I remembered. This was the office where Zheng Jia's husband worked—the pregnant woman's husband.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see where the man had just rushed out through the door.
I suddenly shuddered, realizing that Mingxite's death had an effect similar to Lina's plague. Both were contagious and could spread rapidly, resulting in mass deaths.
What I couldn't understand was why Mingxite had done this.
She had once traded in souls. It was supposed to be a kind of "business" that kept its "books balanced."
The Underworld was gone, and the Ghost King wanted to rule the world. Even ghosts had their own demands.
Mingxite had naturally ended up on the opposite side from them. I'd never considered why before.
It seemed like spirits and the Ghost King would be opposed to each other regardless.
But when I thought about the way Mingxite had chosen to fight back, I couldn't help feeling confused.
Killing so many people could only create more ghosts and make people afraid of telephones and cell phones. What else could she possibly