Whether the heretics' goal was related to the Ghost Prison or not, Lu Li had no intention of interfering. Even if all the ghosts in the prison were released, it would be like tossing a large lump of mud into a swamp.
Belfast was already bad enough; how much worse could it get?
In the afternoon, Lu Li returned to the refuge to rest for a moment. A whole day of jostling had left him feeling as if he were still on a ship at sea, swaying underfoot even away from the carriage.
Anna sat "staring blankly" behind the desk, a state she found herself in often lately, but in reality, she was perusing Sara's memories. They were far more fascinating and real than any story in a book.
Lu Li wasn't tired, so he woke up quickly, his gaze drifting over Anna, who was "staring blankly," and onto the desk.
