That night, when I got home, I told everyone in the group about Lü Qiaolan.
The road had been full of twists and turns. Good things took time.
I hoped everything would end well.
But there was no denying that disasters happening one after another could take a toll on a person's resolve.
Someone might pick themselves up after one or two setbacks, but people who kept getting back up no matter how many times they failed were few and far between.
My confidence hadn't been shaken much.
Of the five of us, the Thin Guy was naturally the most affected.
He was very uneasy. After sending a few emojis to express how he felt, he didn't say anything else.
He probably believed in this kind of fatalism more than anyone.
He might say how much he hated the supernatural and how badly his ex-girlfriend had poisoned him against it, but those years of dating her and frequently visiting mediums must have left a deep mark on him.
"Exorcists overseas? That sounds like a lot of trouble." After expressing how he felt, the Thin Guy changed the subject. "I heard there are extremists who want everything abnormal in the world to disappear. They've even attacked mediums. They don't care about the law."
"You know about that too?" Guo Yujie asked in surprise.
"How could I not? She even donated money to help mediums in need. I don't know if it was a scam to trick people into donating." The Thin Guy grumbled.
Anyone normal would find that story unbelievable. It was like someone claiming to be a princess from a fallen dynasty and asking people to donate a deposit so she could buy back the royal antiques. It had to be a scam—and a wildly imaginative one at that. It