The Immortal couldn't sleep all night.
When she lay in bed, the ghosts she thought she'd long forgotten crept back into her mind.
There was a ghost hanging outside the courtyard wall, a ghost in the well water in the yard, people had hanged themselves on the plum tree she liked so much during the day.
A ghost dangled before her eyes.
She tried to think of other things, like becoming Immortal, or maybe the idea of making Liu Yuanwai bleed out after becoming Immortal, riding the sword with the wind, roaming free beyond the law.
But it was useless; the ghost became her heart's delight — its head, wet dead hair, headless corpse, thick strange hemp rope...
The details became increasingly vivid, inside and outside the courtyard, inside and outside the house, on and under the bed, in her perception, it was crowded fully with ghosts.
There was even a ghost lying beside her!
The Immortal suddenly opened her eyes, glaring fiercely, both angry and scared!
