[Twenty minutes earlier]
"Moli" struggled continuously, her emotions seeming extremely low as tears flowed non-stop.
Seeing her unwilling to cooperate, Su Ming'an could only knock her out first and go find Mayor Mitchell.
When he arrived, Mitchell was brewing tea, still half as good as Lv Shu's tea art.
The room was filled with the scent of incense, and the two spirit tablets on the table had long since disappeared, as if they had never been there.
"Mayor." Su Ming'an entered carrying the unconscious Moli, facing the old man's cloudy eyes, "... no, Boris."
Boris Mitchell's body trembled slightly as he looked at the girl, wrapped in a blood-red bridal gown, his pupils vibrating as if dust-covered memories were gradually being awakened.
"Boris... Mayor." Su Ming'an slowly called his name, a sense of absurdity from the causality of reincarnation arising in his heart, "Do you remember now? Your past, which was bewitched by ghosts?"
