I couldn't understand what Mo Wen was saying, but my instincts told me this was hugely important.
After laughing, Mo Wen suddenly sprang forward and reached for me.
My reflexes weren't especially quick in situations like this. I froze for a second before remembering to retreat.
After all, we'd already put some distance between us, and Mo Wen wasn't moving much faster than I could back away. We maintained the greatest distance that still allowed me to move freely.
But the hand he reached out with put me under immense pressure. My depth perception seemed to go wrong. His hand looked enormous in my vision, as if it could engulf me at any moment and snatch me up like a sparrow.
For the moment, I couldn't spare any attention for what was happening with the film crew.
After retreating again and again, I realized the surroundings had changed.
I'd gone indoors!
Mo Wen couldn't pass through walls like I could!
A flash of inspiration struck me, and I immediately flew upward.
Mo Wen's voice rang out from below.
"What are you running for? I just want to ask you something. Aren't you curious? Or do you know that lunatic and what happened to him? Probably not. You look like you were alive in this era. Could that lunatic have kept his memories when he was reincarnated?"
Mo Wen didn't need an answer. He was analyzing the problem aloud, one question at a time.
I was curious about what he was talking about.
That evil ghost had been captured, imprisoned, and kept by Ge Jiamu for years, only to turn on them and kill every last one of them. A ghost like that had to be an old ghost with a long history. Maybe he was like the Guide...
No. He