I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but the mass of dark clouds in the distance seemed to be moving this way—or expanding. On top of that, the crying was getting closer. Gradually, it seemed that other people's cries were mixing in with it.
Chen Zi'an was still sobbing and begging me to save him over the phone.
I wanted to find someone and ask what on earth was going on, too.
Feeling rather helpless, I offered Chen Zi'an a few meaningless words of comfort, telling him not to worry. As someone from Huixiang, he wouldn't be killed by a Huixiang ghost.
After hanging up, I returned to the hotel. To my surprise, I ran into Lü Qiaolan coming downstairs.
She was carrying a teddy bear.
The bear didn't move, but I had the feeling it was watching me.
"You heard it?" I asked Lü Qiaolan in surprise.
"What did you hear?" she asked nervously.
All right, so Lü Qiaolan hadn't heard the voice.
I glanced at the teddy bear.
"It woke me up," Lü Qiaolan said at once. "I went to knock on your door, then called you."
"Yeah. Chen Zi'an just called me," I said.
Zhuang Huai was on duty tonight and wasn't at the hotel.
Lü Qiaolan followed me outside to take a look at the dark clouds. Unfortunately, she knew nothing about them and had no way to deal with them. The teddy bear in her arms couldn't give us an answer either.
I told Lü Qiaolan to go back inside.
I had some experience with this kind of thing. There was nothing we could do, so all we could do was watch and wait.
If the ghosts from Wailing Grave Ridge really were behind this, then perhaps they were only crying. It probably