Nangong Yao said it so casually, but I was already drenched in sweat.
They weren't going to kill us. They had something else in mind. And when I thought about what had happened in the dream, I couldn't shake the worst premonition.
The pain in my head and body grew more intense.
The Ge family's anger, resentment, and unwillingness to accept their fate boiled like water in a pot, pounding against its sides.
My body swayed. I vaguely saw Nangong Yao and Gu Mo's faces change as they reached out to me.
Their shock and understanding were the last things I saw. The next second, I was still in the Republic-era house, but now it was furnished.
Just like in the vision I'd seen in the sunlight, there was a bed, a table, books, teacups... The quilt and sheets were blue, a clean blue, faded slightly from washing.
A woman hummed a tune as she walked to the window, stretched out her arms, and pushed open the wooden shutters.
Sunlight spilled in, illuminating her.
When the woman turned around, I saw her face.
The female ghost!
How could this be?
I was stunned.
Hadn't Mo Wen already killed the female ghost? Why was she appearing in my dream?
No, now wasn't the time to think about that.
I needed to reach another point in time. I had to find my sister and get her out of the film studio as soon as possible!
The scene before me rippled like water. After wave upon wave of ripples, all the furniture disappeared.
The female ghost sat suspended in midair, combing her hair in front of a bare wall.
She seemed to set down the comb, stare intently at the empty air, and reach out to touch it. Then she touched her own