Zeng Deming said softly, "I'll leave the choice to you."
"If you let Lu Mi die all alone, I'll understand."
With those unsettling words, he took a step back and vanished.
At the same time, an enormous shadow fell from the sky.
Lu Mi looked up and cursed under his breath.
To keep him from riding the wind upward to escape, a gigantic human face had appeared above the iron fence.
The face seethed with resentment. Its eyes and the corners of its mouth had been sliced open along their natural curves, making it utterly horrifying.
Its mouth slowly opened and closed, as though murmuring something.
Fiery red hair spread out, clinging to the iron bars as the face rapidly descended.
Soon, that face would be pressed against Lu Mi and Jin Bi.
Zeng Deming's voice rang out. "How disgusting. Can you hear it? It keeps saying..."
The Red-Haired Girl drew closer and closer. Even in the dim light, Lu Mi could clearly see the bloody marks and creases on her face.
"I hate you..."
"I hate you. I'm going to kill you..."
The Red-Haired Girl repeated those words, glaring viciously at Lu Mi and Jin Bi as though they were the ones who had killed her.
No.
Lu Mi thought of Roman. How could a girl who had willingly gathered medicinal herbs for the wounded be an evil ghost who couldn't tell right from wrong?
This probably wasn't the real Red-Haired Girl, but rather...
He looked at the iron bars around him.
It was a prison and a nightmare Zeng Deming had imagined to torment himself under the pressure of his conscience.
"Forty years. Fourteen thousand six hundred days and nights," Zeng Deming said viciously. "I've been haunted by what I did when I was young."
"Whenever I close