A Ghost with Dementia

Five minutes later…

"I… I'm dead?" The ghost finally had enough of his own panicking and stopped to compose himself. He sat on the floor, helplessly trying to grasp the fact that he was dead.

"Speak - who exactly are you?" Lonemoon asked as he stepped forward, scanning the ghost from head to toe. "Why are you in the immortal realm? And where are Little Black and Yu Hong?"

"What?" The man's eyes widened. He looked even more shocked than before. "This… this is the immortal realm! Your immortals?" He looked around and only just then seemed to realise the thick and rich immortal Qi surrounding him. His eyes were bulging out of his skull. In disbelief, he asked, "Could it be… I rose to heaven after I died?"

His eyes brightened. He became very excited and joyful. Lonemoon did not think he was acting.

Lonemoon frowned even more deeply as he exchanged a meaningful glance with Yi Qing. What's happening? This doesn't look right.