Yan Xizhi's words left Gao Ming at a loss for how to answer. In fact, Yan Xizhi was the "evil spirit" least likely to become a dream ghost. Her life had been more extraordinary than anyone else's.
"Becoming a dream ghost takes more than strength. There are other factors, such as how tightly your will is concentrated, or whether you can replace a particular rule." Among the greater ghosts Gao Ming knew well, only Gao Yun, the Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree, and Zhang Ding had a chance. They represented collective faith, fear, and memories of disaster respectively. "Hanhai's resources can support no more than nine dream ghosts. Assuming the Investigation Bureau has two, then counting you, me, and that mysterious Weird Wish, there aren't many spots left."
"Fighting over the spots won't help anyone become a dream ghost." Yan Xizhi handed Gao Ming a Teacher ID. "This has a photo of me when I was young. Once you reach the General Investigation Bureau, just call for me."
She turned and returned to the classroom, then resumed her lesson. Stubbornly, Yan Xizhi continued teaching the courses from before the Great Calamity, showing her students how to be truly human.
"Let's go to South City. I remember Wang Jie's family businesses are over there."
"All right." The First Team Leader never questioned Gao Ming. He acted as though he were nothing more than a driver.
The vehicle started and slowly drove out of Hande Private Academy. The towering Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree swayed gently, sending countless leaves fluttering through the air as though bidding Gao Ming farewell.
Thick clouds pressed ever lower as night fell. By the time Gao Ming and the First Team Leader reached the south of the city, it was already nine in the evening.
In the darkness, Hanhai had lost