Chapter Forty The End

“Cave, here we come! Haha, after a good rest, I feel full of energy!” Wang Qian shook her arms.

“Ah, ah. It feels like I slept for ages, but we only slept eight hours last night.” Gao Yi picked up his phone, frowning as he calculated and recalculated the time from when they parked until now.

Tao Tao glanced at her phone in confusion, then turned to Gao Yi. “It does seem that way... But maybe it’s just an illusion. After all, sleeping in that house felt strange.”

Xu Ming gave a curious sound. “Do your phones still have battery?”

“Yes, of course. Didn’t you bring a power bank? Here, use mine, it’s super high-capacity!” Tao Tao handed over a power bank decorated with cartoon characters.

Guo Zhengxiang laughed as well. “Tao Tao, since you don’t play games, your battery lasts. We’re different.”

At that moment, Guo Zhengxiang’s phone was charging in the car.

Xu Ming shook his head inwardly; everyone’s phones had long since run out, even in standby mode.

He plugged in the power bank and pressed the power button.

The manufacturer’s logo flashed and faded.

Xu Ming’s gaze fixed on the date that appeared.

“No! Way!” he exclaimed.

Everyone turned to look at Xu Ming, and Guo Zhengxiang glanced at the shouting Xu Ming through the rearview mirror.

“What’s wrong, Xu Ming?” Wang Qian asked.

The date on the phone showed that only a single day had passed! Which meant... was it all just a dream?

In the dream, Gao Yi had killed everyone except himself, Fei Xin, and Cui Kaixuan! Though he didn’t know exactly how, he was certain—it had been him!

“My bag!” Xu Ming suddenly remembered something, grabbing his own bag—not Cui Kaixuan’s.

“You’re carrying two bags?” Gao Yi asked, puzzled.

Xu Ming didn’t bother explaining. He unzipped the bag.

Inside was a bottle of wine signed by Harris.

...

It wasn’t a dream. This bottle of wine, the missing Cui Kaixuan—everything was real!

Xu Ming immediately looked at Fei Xin.

Fei Xin frowned and said softly, “A day has passed…”

Apparently, Fei Xin, or rather the ghost inhabiting her, didn’t know either.

“How are you feeling? You don’t look well,” Xu Ming asked Fei Xin.

Everyone looked at Fei Xin.

A sharp glint flashed in Fei Xin’s eyes. “I’m okay. Just a bit worse than yesterday.”

She was still possessed by the ghost...

“As long as you’re fine. How long will it take to recover?” Xu Ming meant: could Fei Xin’s soul recover?

“Oh, it shouldn’t be a big problem. Maybe once I’m home, everything will be okay.” Fei Xin smiled.

Xu Ming nodded. “As long as you recover.” The ghost could probably leave Fei Xin’s body; but whether she would willingly do so was another matter. He added, “What about the others?”

The group listened to Fei Xin and Xu Ming’s conversation, sensing it wasn’t about physical health, but finding nothing unusual.

“I don’t know about them. You’ll have to ask them yourself.” Fei Xin shook her head, uncertainty in her eyes.

“Alright, then see a doctor when you get back. Your body is your own responsibility.” Xu Ming turned away, pondering in his mind—he knew nothing about souls, and if this ghost had any malicious intent... it was best to stay clear.

Fei Xin nodded in understanding.

After that, the group enjoyed a happy day together, spending the evening at a farmhouse in a nearby village.

Xu Ming still had many questions about the events in the old house. But those didn’t matter anymore.

Why they had survived, why only a single day had passed—these were mysteries beyond him. As long as he stayed away from the ghost, he could remain safe.

Moreover, the ghost had said Fei Xin’s soul was still present, and he was no deity—he only sought self-preservation. One day, he’d quietly find an excuse to transfer schools, and that would be the end of it.

With this thought, Xu Ming joined in the group’s fun, drinking and feasting on barbecue.