"Who? The performer who drowned themselves in the well?" Zhong Xueran asked.
"You really have no imagination," Xu Yi said.
"Could 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 is still in the same time and space as that ghost. If you like showing off your brains, save it until this ghost story 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 did not know what was wrong with her either. She had been restless lately, and she had not been thinking things through deeply enough.
But before she could decide whether to give Xu Yi a way to save face, he suddenly said, "I'm curious. How did you confirm that person was Yang?"
Zhong Xueran had not expected that to be the question Xu Yi had been pondering in silence. He was not angry at all over the way she had just vented at him.
"His voice. That voice, and the way he spoke-it was all Yang," Zhong Xueran said.
"Oh? Yang's voice... That's strange, then..." 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. But when you spoke to him, you heard his original voice. Could he be existing as a spirit in the world a hundred years ago?"
Xu Yi's muttering made Zhong Xueran realize it at once. 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 while. If I