Qiao Yan and Xie Quan were powerless to save him and could only carry his body into the house. Fortunately, Master Yu did not lock the iron door again.
They put his body, which was gradually becoming colder, away. Master Yu died after telling them what he knew, which made people suspect that it was related to their previous questions.
"This is a dead end." Xie Quan said. He looked at Master Yu's body quietly for a long time. In Qiao Yan's silence, he reached out to help Master Yu close his eyes.
Qiao Yan probably understood what Xie Quan meant by this sentence. The female ghost might be dissatisfied with Master Yu's "talkativeness", or she might think that he knew too much, so she killed Master Yu.
In any case, if they hadn't made this trip tonight, Master Yu might not have gotten into trouble... But if they hadn't made this trip, what would they do?
So, this is a dead end.
After closing the iron gate, the pool of blood on the ground outside had disappeared. The temperature seemed to be a little colder tonight. Xie Quan, who had no coat, shook himself.
"We can't die." Standing outside the iron gate, Qiao Yan said with a pale face. Her voice was not loud, but in the quiet night, Xie Quan could hear it very clearly.
"We won't die." He clenched his fists, feeling that this night was particularly long, a long night in which he didn't know whether the sun would rise tomorrow.
The scattered street lights cast an orange light on them, just like the sun shining down.
The world outside the alley is as quiet as ever at this time of year. There is no so-called nightlife in the old city. Most of the people living here are elderly and children. Young people are only a very small minority, and they are still working like oxen and horses and have long since rested.
Xie Quan took out the bakery key he carried with him and opened the small glass door. The bell hanging behind the door rang.
After closing the door, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and the room was indeed much warmer.
Qiao Yan found a chair and sat down next to the cashier. Xie Quan was familiar with the layout inside and went into the corner of the kitchen to turn on the main power switch.
A ray of light lit up on the dark and quiet street late at night, warm and bright, as if attracting something.
Xie Quan took the key and opened the window. Inside was bread in packaging bags with freshness-keeping cards that could be kept for a few days.
Xie Quan took out two and handed one to Qiao Yan. The latter didn't hesitate and unwrapped it and took a bite of two-thirds of it.
There is no incense in the bakery, only a faint residual smell of bread, which is not too sweet. It is quite comfortable to stay in here.
Xie Quan sat down next to Qiao Yan, ate the bread in a few bites, and said, "So according to Master Yu, if this continues, the Zhang family's child will disappear."
They will repeat everything that happened back then, as if they were heading towards a predetermined fate.
Qiao Yan chewed the bread, lowered her eyes, and carefully went over every word that Master Yu said in her mind.
Ziyi.
destiny.
"That child is missing." Qiao Yan said, "Missing doesn't mean dead, right?"
Xie Quan was stunned, thought about this sentence, nodded, and said affirmatively: "Missing does not mean dead, but the child has been missing for too long...so everyone thinks it is more likely that she is dead."
"I was wondering why I was able to get in here." After finishing the bread, Qiao Yan squeezed the packaging bag in her hand and asked, "Is it because my name is Ziyi?"
"It's possible." Xie Quan said, and then asked Qiao Yan: "How old are you?"
"Anyway, no matter how you calculate, my age and her daughter's age don't match." Qiao Yan shook her head. She found a photo of her employment profile on her phone, which had her personal information filled in, so Qiao Yan also knew her age.
Come to think of it, she actually forgot how old she was. She was getting more and more confused as time went by.
"The more likely reason is the name." Xie Quan nodded. "The Zhang family's child is named Ziyi, and the Zhang family is a reflection of her once wonderful life. So her daughter is likely named Ziyi as well. You happen to be named Ziyi too, and it's because of your name that you're able to be here."
Qiao Yan felt that this explanation was the most reasonable.
"Even if she is dead, she will continue to look for her daughter." Qiao Yan sighed. This is a mother who could not be more simple, and also a mother who could not be more pitiful.
As the two talked, time unknowingly reached the late night. A cold wind was blowing outside, and Qiao Yan saw a white plastic garbage bag being blown past the door of the bakery.
"How can we get her to leave?" Xie Quan pondered and murmured.
Qiao Yan didn't know the answer to this question. Killing a ghost sounded like something that ordinary people like them could not do. It was already very good that they could save their lives.
But there weren't any traces left. "Daytime is safer than nighttime," Qiao Yan concluded after summarizing her experiences over the past few days. "During the day, the most she could do was teleport on a chair."
She doesn't seem to be able to show up during the day.
"It seems all ghosts are like this." Xie Quan tilted his head. Qiao Yan didn't understand this, so she asked curiously, "What does this mean?"
"Haven't you heard of it?" Xie Quan was rather surprised. "Aren't ghosts dominated by Yin energy? During the day, when the sun is shining and people are out and about, Yang energy is strong. Ghosts are afraid of excessive Yang energy, so they usually hide during the day."
After saying this, he added, "But it seems that there are also people saying that if the evil spirits have enough cultivation, they can appear during the day."
"I haven't heard of it. I don't know anything about it." Qiao Yan shook her head. "Thank you for explaining it to me."
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