When the darkness cleared, Zhang Xiao found himself lying in the cave again.
Was this... a respawn point?
An immersive gaming experience this realistic would crush every game developer out there. Put it on the market, and it would sell like crazy.
Compared with last time, he skipped most of the investigation and packed his belongings straight away. He had only just stepped outside.
A cold wind blew, and a faint mist suddenly rose throughout the mountains.
Zhang Xiao: ...
Was there a skip button?
The ghost in the red wedding dress stood a short distance behind him, her head lowered.
"Young Daoist... don't meddle..."
"All right, shall I leave, then?"
The rest of the ghost's words abruptly vanished, as though she had never expected Zhang Xiao to say that.
Quiet. Silence. Awkwardness.
A long while passed before the ghost spoke again.
"Go back the way you came. There was an Earth God shrine along your route. Pay your respects, then take half a bowl of incense ash.
"Every quarter of an hour, take a pinch of ash and let the wind carry it away. Follow the direction it blows.
"Otherwise, you'll never get out."
The ghost vanished again.
Zhang Xiao rubbed his chin, interest flickering in his eyes. There seemed to be something quite special about this ghost.
Generally speaking, female ghosts with boundless resentment rarely retained their reason.
Their attitude was essentially, I just want to kill everyone here, or be killed by you all.
Ghosts like this one, who could not only communicate but speak so coherently and logically, were usually extremely unusual.
He just did not know what sort she was.
This time, he did not wait until dawn. He simply shouldered his pack and sprinted toward the village at the foot of the mountain.
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