When Xu Gong looked back, the Ghost Bride was gone. Only Emma followed behind her, dressed in a skirt suit and watching her expressionlessly.
A spray of osmanthus blossoms separated them.
Puzzled by her sudden tension, Emma asked, "What's wrong?"
"I saw a ghost."
"..."
"I don't mean you."
Xu Gong said nervously, "Didn't you see her? There was a woman here just now, wearing bridal clothes with a red veil over her head."
Emma shook her head. "I only saw you."
Xu Gong gave a bitter smile. "So this ghost picks on the weak and fears the strong, too."
No sooner had she spoken than several terrified screams came from their lodgings, almost piercing the heavens.
The Wei Family Old Residence was a classic estate of pavilions and towers. Its corridors crisscrossed, offering several different routes to the same destination.
Xu Gong immediately spotted someone racing madly down the corridor opposite her, screaming hysterically. It sounded like Li Mengjiao.
"Wait, that looks like a player."
Emma glanced over and told her coldly, "You'd better not go over there."
"I know." Xu Gong's face was a little pale. The corridor in the direction Li Mengjiao had run led straight to an ancient well.
She remembered Liu Jiarui's premonition.
Beside the ancient well, someone from ages past wept, unspeakable...
But what reached her ears now wasn't weeping. It was laughter.
Emma stamped her foot. "What are you standing there for? Go!"
Xu Gong snapped out of it and ran straight toward their secluded lodgings, not daring to stop for a single step. She didn't even look back. She knew Emma was behind her.
But when she gritted her teeth and reached their lodgings, she found the main gate wide open. The lantern overhead had a hole in it, its red light