Luo Xufeng slowly withdrew his gaze.

"What period was it a hundred years ago? Little Zhuzi said that was the time when I was alive."

"It was a period of internal and external troubles." He tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips. "Judging from the clothes you are wearing, you should be a student of a certain university between 1910 and 1925. Now it is 2024."

"At that time, warlords were fighting each other, foreign enemies were invading, and the people were in dire straits."

"Students like you frequently appear in demonstrations, and resistance, national salvation, sovereignty, and equality are your slogans."

Chi Rongyue touched his forehead, his head buzzing, and memories gradually emerged.

"Down with the feudal warlords and never submit to oppression!"

"Why are you locking us up?!"

"Let us out! We want freedom! We want equality!"

The high-pressure water gun sprayed water onto her body, causing her body to feel very painful. Then, the gun handle hit her on the head, and her eyes were instantly dyed red with blood. She fell down, covering her head, and the blood on her face could not be wiped off no matter how hard she tried.

There was blood all around me, and when I looked at my classmates, they were covered in blood, too. Screams, cries, and curses mixed with the sound of water gushing out. The water was dyed red by the blood and flowed onto the floor, forming large patches of blinding red.

The people who attacked them had hideous and ugly faces and were extremely violent and cruel.

The world was spinning around her and she lost consciousness. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to be sucked away by something.

She remembered that she had a jade ring in her pocket that was said to be an heirloom from her ancestors and could bring her safety.

Chi Rongyue's figure flashed, and he stared blankly ahead, his eyes lifeless, a tear of blood flowing from his eye socket.

Luo Xufeng kept his eyes on her. When they reached a place where they could pull over, he leaned over to her and waved his hand in front of her, "Rongyue, what's wrong with you?"

"I remember how I died."

Luo Xufeng put his fingers to her cheek, trying to wipe away the tear of blood, but all he touched was air.

He paused, a slight feeling of powerlessness came over him, and his eyes met hers.

"How did he die?" She was beside him and felt a chill. The temperature around her had dropped.

"I was killed by a warlord. A gun hit me on the forehead and killed me. It was February 1917, when we were holding a demonstration." The winter water hit my body, freezing cold.

She tried to hold his arm, but it went straight through her. She didn't care and asked hurriedly, "Have the warlords been eliminated? Is our nation independent now? Have the foreign powers been driven out?"

“Have freedom and equality been achieved?”

"It's all done." Luo Xufeng took the phone and handed it to her, "Let Zhuzi teach you how to search for what you want to know."

Holding the phone in her ghost power, Chi Rongyue looked at the Pearl of All Worlds with an urging look in her eyes.

“Click here, here, I will teach you how to type…” The fat little Wanjiezhu poked with his claws.

The car drove into the underground garage. Seeing that they were watching intently, Luo Xufeng sat in the driver's seat and waited, turning his head to look at her.

An hour later, Chi Rongyue returned the phone to him, "Thank you."

Luo Xufeng pasted a talisman on the phone, and the phone became invisible. "Have fun with it. If it runs out of power, just charge it for me. Remember to mute it."

"oh."

Luo Xufeng opened the car door and got out, walking towards the gate. Chi Rongyue followed him with her cell phone in her arms, looking left and right.

"Are you going to catch ghosts again?" There seems to be some kind of formation here, and the villa is emitting golden light.

"This is also my home, my father's home. Let's go home for dinner now. My father is turning 65 today."