C46 The Soul Is Not Present

It's not the same voice as that night, no! Was it that white-haired old woman from the night before? Across the street from us, through the crowd of dead men, was an old woman in white, waving at us with a black shroud in her hand, as she had done the night before.

This temper of mine, I wanted to charge forward and grab her and give her a beating, but Wang Dong pulled me back