"Who are you?" Fang Lin stood in place, sternly gazing around, shouting out inquisitively.
"You shouldn't have come here." The voice sounded again, full of melancholy, sorrow, and grief.
This time, Fang Lin discerned that it was the voice of a woman.
"Who exactly are you?" Fang Lin frowned, becoming alert. Ghost Mountain, he suspected, hid many secrets.
"Once you enter this mountain, you can't leave. You'll stay here, keeping me company forever," the disembodied voice echoed again. Fang Lin's vision blurred and his head felt sluggish, as if he were about to drift off to sleep.
Feeling that something was awry, Fang Lin promptly slapped himself twice. The slapping sounds snapped him back to alertness.
"The Corpse Qi here exists because of you, I assume. So, if the Corpse Qi dies out, then you'd cease to exist in this world, wouldn't you?" Fang Lin ventured.
The fog suddenly lifted, revealing a woman wearing a white, long dress, walking barefoot slowly towards him.
