"Why did you come out?" Guan Qingchen asked.
Han Yunluo was indeed injured and had just finished recuperating, so how did she manage to get up now?
Han Yunluo: "I can sense myself."
Jiang Si: "Huh?"
"How else can you sense yourself?" Han Yunluo has been dead for hundreds of years and has long since turned to ashes.
"In the southwest direction."
To the southwest lies Han Yunluo's former hometown.
Jiang Si: "..."
The next morning, Jiang Si and her group boarded a high-speed train heading southwest.
Guan Qingchen originally wanted to take a helicopter, but the heavy rain made flying difficult and caused widespread delays.
In the afternoon, they stood on the land in the southwest.
Guan Qingchen had a friend who did business here. When he heard that they were heading towards Xuanming Mountain, his face scrunched up like a bitter melon. "No, there are so many scenic spots around here, why do you have to go there?"
They didn't want to, but that's the direction they were looking for.
Guan Qingchen asked, "Then can't we go?"
“No, you’re not locals, so you don’t know,” the friend said in a low voice. “We call that place Ghost Mountain because it’s always full of ghostly walls, and legend has it that once you go in, you can’t get out.”
“But you eventually came out, didn’t you? Otherwise, where would the rumors come from? It’s clear they’re just rumors.” Jiang Si interjected, “Feudal superstition is bad.”
Only then did the friend take a serious look at Jiang Si.
Then, "You...you...aren't you that Master Jiang?"
"Yes, I am Master Jiang. This is just a scary thing; there are no ghosts at all."
The friend: "..."
Is it really okay for someone like you, who specializes in feudal superstition, to say this?
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