Suggestion: Enter Through the Front Door

When Bai Zhu lunged toward the altar, Sarasa was already almost impossible to see.

Bai Zhu reached out to grab her. His hand caught nothing.

The little girl with twin ponytails merely waved at him, as though she had just finished a performance and was greeting the audience below the stage during her curtain call.

"No."

Bai Zhu went completely numb.

"Are all you Ghosts of Meteor City this aloof? I just sat down and you're already calling it a night? At least give me a fan meeting!"

Sarasa smiled.

The children in the front rows turned around as well.

Some hugged dolls, some held wooden swords aloft, and some leaned over the backs of the pews, waving hard at Bai Zhu.

The next second, every child's figure began to break apart.

They dissolved into specks of light.

Like the end of a screening, with the images retreating back into the curtain.

Bai Zhu stood there, utterly bewildered. What was the point of this achievement?

"Hey!"

There was no response.

The screen flashed with a pop, then began to scatter in the wind as well.

Bai Zhu watched everything before him disappear, and his chest felt unbearably tight.

He lowered his gaze to look at his palm.

"Fine."

Bai Zhu took a breath.

"You're messing with me, huh? I'll investigate it myself."

The moment he finished speaking, the tiles beneath his feet suddenly trembled.

Bai Zhu looked down.

The lines in the cracks between the tiles, far too clean, were gradually darkening.

The patterns on the stained-glass windows on both sides went out first.

The kneeling figures turned gray.

The woman's outstretched hand withdrew into the wall.

On the half-nude Madonna statue at the center of the altar, a gray streak slid down from where its eye socket should have