"Who? The opera performer who drowned themselves in the well?" Zhong Xueran asked.
"Your imagination really is impoverished," Xu Yi said.
"Would you stop keeping me guessing?!" Zhong Xueran finally lost her temper with him. "I don't have time to stand here chatting with you! Yang and that ghost are still in the same time and space. If you like showing off your brains, save it until this supernatural incident is over. This is the Ultimate Game! Could you please take it seriously?"
Xu Yi said nothing for a long while. Zhong Xueran took a deep breath. She had lost her composure a little.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, either. She had been feeling unsettled all this time, and she wasn't thinking things through deeply enough.
But before she could consider whether to give Xu Yi a way to smooth things over, he suddenly said, "I'm curious. How did you confirm that person was Yang?"
Zhong Xueran hadn't expected that to be the question Xu Yi had been considering in silence. He wasn't angry at all about the way she had just vented at him.
"The voice. That voice, and the way he spoke. They were all Yang's," Zhong Xueran said.
"Oh? It was Yang's voice... Then that's strange..." Xu Yi muttered. "I saw the bodies of Yang and the other three in the river outside. It should have been their souls that traveled into the past. Yet when you spoke to him, he had his original voice. Could he be existing as a spirit in the world a hundred years ago?"
Xu Yi's muttering brought Zhong Xueran to a sudden realization. She pressed her temples. What was wrong with her? How had she failed to notice that?
"I'll go back to the stage in a little