Situ An had a vivid recollection of the flood disaster that had struck Lishan years ago. Afterward, he had visited the hardest-hit areas several times to investigate.
With so many people dying unjustly in the natural disaster, some places should have become steeped in sinister energy. Yet to his great surprise, he could not sense even a trace of resentment on Minlong Street, the worst-hit area. The water ghosts of those who had died seemed to have left with the floodwaters.
The question that had troubled Situ An for years finally had an answer, but it was far too brutal.
"The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal I worshipped appeared in the auditorium, and the water ghosts from the flood I investigated appeared in the Activity Building. Why have the causes I unwittingly planted come full circle here?" Situ An's consciousness inside Doctor Lu's body felt something terribly wrong. "It's as though I can smell fate. Is there no escaping it? Can I still not escape?"
In a game of chicken, the more "cowardly," rational side would often back down to avoid the worst possible outcome.
Situ An was the founder of Hande Private Academy and one of the beneficiaries of its rules. Everything he had done was aimed at becoming an agent of the Shadow World. If he succeeded, then combined with his position as Bureau Chief of Hanhai's East District Investigation Bureau, he might be able to swallow Hanhai whole.
All his plans were on the verge of success. Only the final step remained, but Situ An did not let his desire blind him. "No one can threaten me. If the school is destroyed, I can rebuild it. I don't care if I have to wait another ten or twenty years, but anything that makes me uneasy must be snuffed out before