"Rumble-"
Muffled thunder rolled through the pitch-black night sky. Thick clouds had long since hidden the moonlight. A man and a woman stood beneath the towering Old Locust Tree: Xu Yi and Zhong Xueran.
In the scene Zhong Xueran had seen, Shen Hong had ended up buried beneath this tree.
"Their names are here," Xu Yi told Zhong Xueran as he stood beneath the Old Locust Tree.
When his hand had brushed over those two names, he had seen a scene: amid a raging storm, a man had climbed the tree, pursued by a pack of things that were neither human nor ghost.
If Shen Hong's body really was buried here, then the man in that scene was most likely Liu Junyan.
"We'll know once we dig it up."
Zhong Xueran spoke.
Xu Yi looked at her. Zhong Xueran's face was looking less and less like her own, and besides...
"Hey, let's split up."
Xu Yi spoke suddenly.
Zhong Xueran frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion. "Why?"
"My luck's bad today."
Xu Yi replied.
"What does your bad luck have to do with me?" Zhong Xueran folded her arms, apparently seeing no issue with it.
"Of course it has something to do with you. For example, anything can either succeed or fail. The odds of success and failure vary depending on how difficult it is. In my current state, even something very simple has a high chance of going wrong. Say, while I'm digging the grave, the shovel suddenly goes flying and cracks your skull open. That sort of thing," Xu Yi explained simply.
"If you're the unlucky one, it should crack your own skull open," Zhong Xueran said irritably.
"You don't understand. Say you have a fifty percent chance of turning into a ghost right now. Staying