Night fell, and the rain showed no signs of letting up.

Li Jin brought ginger soup again and watched me drink it before warning me not to go out.

I asked him why, and he just said that during the Ghost Festival the gate of ghosts opens, and going out would risk being possessed; I was lucky not to have any mishaps last night.

I knew he was warning me and nodded to show I understood.

After he left, I couldn't wait to rush to the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast, and began forcing myself to vomit—tonight, I must not fall into a deep sleep!

In the early hours, mixed with the noisy rain, came other sounds.

I tiptoed to the window and peeked through the gap in the curtains.

A figure was running wildly outside.

That was... Li Meijuan!