Rain poured down with startling intensity, and waves battered the shore. Amid the rising mist, a figure in a Zhongshan suit flickered in and out of sight.
Zhang Mingqi could barely keep her eyes open. Wearing a raincoat, she braced herself against the roadside railing and looked down. The stranded sailing ship was still in the same spot.
The downpour scoured the Cemetery on the beach, washing away the soil and exposing the rotting coffins beneath.
After a few glances, she pulled her raincoat tighter and headed back, ignoring the figure in the Zhongshan suit that had appeared in the mist as though she had never seen him.
Meanwhile, lightning flashed across the Church.
The Witch and Silas wielded axes, chopping a hole in the wall. Several corpses tumbled out through the opening.
They exchanged a look, then crouched down with practiced ease and began dissecting the corpses. Behind them, the figure in the Zhongshan suit appeared again.
Lü Yating raised a candle at the doorway and called out, "Mr. Wei! Can we talk?"
Wei Jianye's figure seemed to be gradually solidifying, but never quite managed it. Instead, he appeared beside them in an eerie stutter, like footage dropping frames on a malfunctioning television.
The Witch and Silas did not look up, however. They kept working on the task at hand, leaving everything else to Lü Yating.
Lü Yating gripped the ghost-suppressing item in her pocket without taking it out. Instead, she approached him step by step, as though making casual conversation.
"There's something I've been wondering about. Ha, well, it's not really my question. It's Wei Yanchi's."
"In the letter he left, he wrote that he had serious doubts about what happened to the Ghost Bride. If you could save him, why couldn't you save her? Especially when the