Chapter 425 An old friend returns

The bloody rain was gone completely, but everyone knew that the world was no longer the same.

But when I woke up, everything was back to normal.

The destroyed buildings, the traces of blood, the dead... everything was restored to its original state.

Bai Yanliang was awake at the stone table in the yard.

He was also very surprised, because the place where he entered Wu Ji was not here, but at this moment, he was sent back to "home".

The wind blew in through the gaps between the leaves of an old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, carrying a hint of the chilly, frosty winter air.

There was moss tangled at the foot of the stone table in the yard, and outside the yard city vehicles were coming and going, ticking back and forth.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state, back to normal.

He looked at the old locust tree in the corner of the yard. Its overlapping leaves had turned yellow - it looked like winter was approaching.

At this time, there was a knock on the yard door.

Only visitors would knock on the door, and those who would come to the yard were almost all people related to Wu Ji.

who is it?

Bai Yanliang stood up and walked towards the door.

"Squeak-"

He pushed the door open, and the person standing at the door made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"Qi Nian..."

She was standing at the gate of the courtyard against the light, wearing a white dress and a long ponytail - her face was a little unclear, but Bai Yanliang recognized her at a glance. It was Qi Nian, the one who was completely dead, or rather... had become the new generation of haunted ghost.

There is no doubt that she is a ghost.

Bai Yanliang's memory was very clear, plus Wu Ji had just sent out the bloody words not long ago - the corpse is not a corpse, the bones are not bones, I am not me, the person is not a person.

Taking the literal meaning, this time of fog gathering... maybe it's the time when humans and ghosts are intertwined and it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

However, when a dead person appears in front of him and his memory is not disturbed at all, doesn't it mean that he can tell at a glance that the visitor is a ghost?

What is the purpose of this?
However, logically speaking, Bai Yanliang’s best choice now is to close the door and immediately stay away from Qi Nian who has turned into a ghost.

However, when her blurry face gradually became clear and finally appeared completely in front of him, Bai Yanliang was also stunned.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Qi Nian's words made Bai Yanliang's heart tremble suddenly.

No...that's not right.

Ghosts cannot communicate, they are just a condensation of pure malice... But why did Qi Nian, who he had confirmed to be a ghost, reveal the fact that he and her had not seen each other for a long time the moment she opened her mouth?

If a ghost can have memories and cognition of the world, it knows that it is dead and that it is a ghost, then... is it still a ghost?

Bai Yanliang suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth.

"What's wrong, don't you remember me?"

Qi Nian slowly stretched out her hand. The backlight behind her made Bai Yanliang unable to see clearly. But at this moment, Bai Yanliang clearly felt that his lips were touched.

is her……

It's really her!

A strange yet familiar emotion suddenly surged out from the depths of my soul and quickly spread throughout my body.

Bai Yanliang looked at Qi Nian in disbelief: "You... are a ghost?"

Qi Nian nodded without hiding anything, then moved aside to let the few remaining sunsets remain.

"You know, I entered the other side of the door and became... the new haunted ghost."

Qi Nian seemed to have changed a lot compared to before, but the only thing that hadn't changed was her eyes. She seemed to always be worried about something. Even though she admitted that she was a ghost, she was still worried about something. "Want to go out for a walk together?"

Qi Nian smiled and invited Bai Yanliang.

"Squeak-"

The gate was closed and Bai Yanliang was already standing outside the yard.

"what happened?"

Bai Yanliang walked side by side with her. He had never thought that he would actually have a conversation with a ghost, even though this ghost was indeed Qi Nian for the time being.

But if there are ghosts that have self-awareness, can control themselves, and retain the emotions they had in life, then what is so scary about death?
Bai Yanliang didn't believe this was true. Maybe... this was the real danger and difficulty of this Wu Ji event.

"I do not know either."

Qi Nian shook his head regretfully. Maybe it was because she was a ghost. Bai Yanliang felt that the air around him was much colder. The driveway next to the sidewalk should have been noisy, but at this moment there was a strange sense of laziness, as if covered by a gray filter. Only he and Qi Nian were colorful and flowing.

"I suddenly regained consciousness not long ago," Qi Nian said slowly, "and then, the images of my time as a haunted ghost came flooding back to my mind. When I finally digested those bizarre images, I realized that I was standing at the gate of your yard."

Qi Nian stopped and turned to look at Bai Yanliang: "It's as if an invisible hand placed me at your door."

Bai Yanliang was silent.

He knew that the invisible hands were Wu Ji.

However, from what we have learned recently, it is more likely that those hands belong to someone who has completely controlled Wu Ji.

As for whether that person is Zhou Tian or Bai Yanren.

Bai Yanliang is not sure yet.

He didn't even know whether Zhou Tian and Bai Yanren were among them when Wu Ji included all the survivors of Ye City.

"Can you tell me what happened during the time I was dead?" Qi Nian asked curiously.

From her perspective, she turned into a ghost that had lost its self-consciousness. When she regained consciousness, she was already standing at the gate of the yard.

Bai Yanliang nodded. He did not refuse.

The brief time they spent together allowed Bai Yanliang to believe that Qi Nian beside him was truly a ghost who had temporarily regained his human consciousness.

The two walked slowly forward.

As Bai Yanliang spoke, Qi Nian listened attentively, occasionally asking a question or two.

Under Qi Nian's vague guidance, gradually... the smell of paper money filled the air around them.

Just like the drowsy trance of a summer evening, Bai Yanliang also looked a little dazed.

He followed Qi Nian into an old house.

The tall wooden doors and carved wooden windows were all open, and a gentle breeze blew up the layers of white curtains.

At some point, Qi Nian grabbed Bai Yanliang's hand, and they walked into the house hand in hand. The walls of the old house were black, as black as the deepest abyss, and the white curtains floating around in the house were like snakes, wrapped in coldness, searching for the fragrance of human presence, and slowly approaching Bai Yanliang silently.

In a trance, Bai Yanliang looked up.

Snowing……

No, not snow.

It is paper money, white, round paper money.

They fluttered and swayed, and fell to the ground like snowflakes.

What is this place?
His eyes were out of focus. Why were there so many strangers in the room?
The dim and ambiguous light made it impossible to see the faces of the strangers in the room. Layers of white curtains slid across their faces, as if revealing their true appearance.

These are actually...

Bai Yanliang had seen all the people who died in the fog.