The female ghost in white spoke with a sad expression, looking up at the lit window above.
She mentioned that her boyfriend lived in that room.
She also stated her own name and her boyfriend's name.
I thought she was quite devoted. Although I didn't know how she died early, she should have been a good girl.
Just relaying a message, there shouldn't be any big problem.
However, this matter would have to wait for now.
After all, finding Dandan's soul first was the most important thing.
I nodded and said:
"No problem with that, but we need to go find a child's soul first.
After we're done, we'll pass the message to your boyfriend."
Mo Ting, standing beside me, also nodded.
The female ghost, upon hearing this, directly chimed in:
"Two Daoist priests, why don't, why don't I go with you!
I have nothing else to do.
Perhaps I can even help you."
Mo Ting and I exchanged a look, feeling it was feasible.
After all, a ghost's intuition was much more sensitive than a human's in certain aspects.
Even with our Heavenly Eyes open, no ghost was as sharp in the darkness as we were.
"Alright, Miss Wen. The soul we're looking for is a little boy, about three years old, named Dandan, wearing an Ultraman t-shirt."
I roughly described Dandan's appearance.
The female ghost thought hard:
"I didn't pay much attention when those children passed by just now.
But they haven't been gone long. I'll take you there..."
"Good!"
Mo Ting and I said in unison.
Then, we saw this female ghost, Miss Wen, glance at her boyfriend's window.
She put away her oil-paper umbrella, floated, and led us forward.
Mo Ting and I quickly followed, soon绕ing around two alleys.
Miss Wen, being a ghost, was more sensitive to other ghosts.
Under her guidance, we soon arrived at an old residential area.
"I can smell the children. They should be inside."
Miss Wen said, pointing forward.
Mo Ting and I nodded and quickly walked into the residential area.
After a while, we heard the sound of children playing.
"Heeheehee, look at me, super invincible, sliding..."
"You lost, I'm first."
"..."
The sounds of a group of children playing.
Hearing these sounds, there was clearly something wrong.
It was so late at night, in a dark and rundown old community, how could there be a group of children playing outside?
It was obvious that these were the ghost children we were looking for.
We followed the sound and quickly found them.
Finally, from a distance, we saw the group of ghost children.
They were playing in front of a very dilapidated slide in the old community.
There were about eight or nine of them, the oldest around six or seven years old.
Boys and girls, holding toy guns, Barbie dolls, toy swords, and the like.
The youngest were only one or two years old.
Some were climbing the slide, or sitting on inflatable deer, with pacifiers in their mouths, bouncing around.
"Two Daoist priests, is that child here?"
Miss Wen asked curiously.
Mo Ting and I watched from a distance, not stepping out immediately.
It was mainly out of fear that our appearance would scare the ghost children away.
"Brother Qin, look over there, is that child Dandan?"
Old Mo pointed to a child.
Due to my increased luck, I could only see vaguely.
After rubbing my eyes several times, I could barely make it out.
That child was wearing a t-shirt, an Ultraman outfit, very much like Dandan.
"That's right, it should be."
"If so, let's go and call him back!"
Mo Ting said.
I nodded, about to turn with Mo Ting.
But Miss Wen suddenly interjected:
"Let me go instead!
These children are very wary of strangers. You are both living people.
If they see you approaching, they will definitely run away."
Mo Ting and I listened to her words and felt they were reasonable:
"Thank you, Miss Wen."
Miss Wen smiled slightly, holding her oil-paper umbrella, and walked towards the group of ghost children.
Mo Ting and I watched from afar.
Miss Wen's appearance, although it attracted the attention of the ghost children, did not scare them away.
Finally, Miss Wen found Dandan's soul and squatted down to say a few words to him.
We were too far away to hear clearly.
We thought there would be no problem, and we would be back with Dandan's soul in a while.
But who knew that in the next second, we saw Dandan step back.
Pointing at Miss Wen, he said loudly:
"I don't know you."
Miss Wen, seeing this, still smiled.
She grabbed Dandan's hand:
"Dandan, listen to your sister.
You haven't died yet, but they all have.
Go home with your sister, or it will be too late for you to go back."
Dandan was just a three-year-old child. What did he understand about life and death, or going back?
He only knew that playing with these ghost children now was fun.
He just wanted to play for a while longer.
Moreover, Miss Wen was an adult, and Dandan didn't recognize her.
His parents and kindergarten had always instilled the idea in children not to walk with strangers.
Dandan simply wouldn't listen to her, and instead, he had no reservations about the other ghost children.
Perhaps, in his mind, there was no concept of "ghost" yet.
So Dandan resolutely said:
"I'm not leaving, I don't know you!"
At this moment, the leader of the ghost children suddenly pointed at Miss Wen and said:
"You must be a bad sister! Trying to trick us, we won't play with her."
After saying that, he bit Miss Wen's hand.
"Ah!"
Miss Wen cried out in pain and suddenly let go.
The other ghost children, grabbing Dandan's hand, ran off in another direction.
While shouting "heehee ha ha":
"Run quickly! The bad guy is here.
Run quickly! The bad guy is here."
Even though they were a group of ghost children,
they ran extremely fast, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Mo Ting and I felt a pang of anxiety.
We thought it was bad; if those ghost children took Dandan's soul away,
where would we find him next?
If it dragged on, his temporary death would become a true death, which would be serious.
I no longer hesitated and decided to use force:
"Old Mo, chase them..."