For the Tomb Ghost, it signified calamity.
"No... it's not necessary."
Tomb Ghost declined Bai Xiu's kindness. He extended a finger, pointing at the towering shadow ahead, and said guiltily, "Some things always have to come. Actually, that dream, I didn't have it just once... I had long dreamed of the scene where you and I came here together. I just didn't dare—I didn't dare to say it outside..."
He could feel the murderous intent this Dream had towards him.
This Dream.
Most likely, it was the "endpoint" his soul could reach.
He still wanted to live, even if it was just a few more years, or a few more days, it would be a good thing.
"I've been hiding for many years."
Tomb Ghost took a deep breath and laughed, "You know? There's always been another soul in my body. Many years ago, I met him. He would drag me to a Black Snow Mountain, where snow falls all year long, where there's a withered mountain wall, and arrows piercing into my body."
"?!"
Bai Xiu's pupils contracted.
