Something was burning in the ruins, crackling. When the wind blew, sand and ash swirled through the air.
Faint rustling sounds came and went in the distance.
Qin Shu and I were both ghosts, so the ruins couldn't impede our progress.
That child, however, struggled to make his way through.
He had followed us all this way, and after crying his heart out, he was utterly exhausted.
We drifted over the ruins without encountering any obstacles. He picked his way through the rubble, climbing up and down, and soon fell behind.
Qin Shu paused briefly and looked back at the child, who was sprawled on the rubble, panting. Then he looked at me.
"Let's go." I had no intention of waiting for the child. I called to Qin Shu and continued on.
The child didn't call after us, either.
"I thought you'd take him with us."
"Why?"
"Weren't you interested in him?"
"Mm, I was interested before. I've already asked everything I wanted to ask. Honestly, it doesn't matter whether I ask him or not." I surveyed our surroundings.
There was no ghostly aura belonging to ghost kings or ghosts nearby, nor were there any survivors in sight. The survivors seemed to have burrowed underground like rats, making noise but remaining hard to find.
I used Nangong Yao's ability and successfully spotted a few chains of souls.
Apart from the child's, all the other soul chains belonged to people from the future world. They hadn't entrusted their fates to the heavens of the real world.
"Are you sure now?" Qin Shu had always harbored some doubts about me. It wasn't prejudice; he was simply anxious and afraid of getting his hopes up. "Should we look for a few more people?"
"Mm, if we come across any." I wasn't particularly concerned