"Jin... Jinzhou... Jinfeng Mountain."
"What season is it now?"
"Begin... Beginning of Spring!"
"Who am I?"
"Ah?"
Chaotic memories exploded in her mind, releasing without regard for her ability to endure. They were the memories of two people, filled with countless nightmare images, a total mess.
One moment in the Yunzhou Rainforest, in front are many strangely dressed people kneeling and shouting to the mountains.
Another moment in a school classroom, a teacher is lecturing about ocean currents and climate.
She held her head, enduring the chaos and extreme pain, and after a while, she found a loose thread.
She is Sang Que, not the Five Spirits Saintess.
"Do you know Wangshan City?" Sang Que frowned and asked.
Li Ping nodded, "Yes, I heard that on New Year's Eve, the Yin Child destroyed the city, killing more than 20,000 people."
Sang Que's eyes widened. Why was it the Yin Child? Wasn't it the Ghost Opera Troupe?
