Looking at the scene before her, Xiao Manxuan suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her head, followed by some strange images appearing in her mind. There seemed to be Lin Tian, herself, a bridge, a river—images that were disjointed and couldn't be pieced together seamlessly.
The pain came swiftly and went just as fast, and the images disappeared without a trace. The little girl shook her head, feeling puzzled, but unable to make sense of it all.
She stopped pondering and instead asked Zhang Heyuan, "Old Zhang, are they all ghosts?"
When asking this, Xiao Manxuan wasn't as afraid as she imagined she would be; rather, she was somewhat curious. Having seen many bizarre things with Lin Tian, her nerves had become quite robust.
"Ahem, young lady, how should I answer this? They are ghosts, yet not ghosts; in short, there's a difference between them and actual ghosts." Zhang Heyuan, who was usually knowledgeable, was stumped by this question.
