After rewinding several times, I found the part where the woman wiped the mud off the stone sculpture.
After that, the camera angle changed. It was probably the woman turning her gaze.
But I could still see a small part of it in the lower-left corner of the frame: some gray stone, part of the sculpture.
As the flames spread later, that patch of gray was replaced by red.
Had the stone sculpture burned away? Or hadn't it?
Was Ye Qing simply too lazy to keep looking into it, or had she chosen to let that mountain ghost punish the evildoers the law couldn't fully bring to justice?
I didn't know why I was fixating on this. It felt a little like I was deliberately nitpicking.
Maybe it was because the spirit Greenleaf had mentioned during this incident had caught my attention.
The spirits on this land in Minqing had died long ago. Ye Qing had said firmly that there wouldn't be any more spirits here. But now Ye Qing herself had become a ghost...
If a new spirit were born on this land, it probably wouldn't be a benevolent guardian. The thought made me uneasy.
Then I remembered my own ability.
As long as I could catch that spirit, I ought to be able to destroy it with my ability. I'd managed to destroy the game, hadn't I?
If it really happened, things definitely wouldn't be as simple as I imagined. Still, it wouldn't be an unsolvable dead end.
I let out a breath and closed the file.
After the five of us divided up the work of collecting votes on compensation plans for the demolition, things moved along much faster.
The property owners who'd momentarily forgotten to vote, or couldn't be bothered to come in, cooperated when we