"So, you've finally remembered, Ethan Zhang?"
A strange, slightly deep voice sounded from behind me.
"Ah, I remember now. Thank you, Uncle Wang. And of course, also..." I paused, then continued.
"Lin Rui... Hah, I didn't expect him to be a Blue Wraith."
Everything came back to me. I recalled why Ray Lin helped me, and how he was able to enter this Horror Stories book. I still didn't know the answers, but once I got out, I just wanted to thank him properly.
I was able to remember, all thanks to Simon Wang and Ray Lin. It was them, constantly reminding me, that gradually made me aware of these false memories.
"Is my son alright?" Simon Wang asked.
"He's fine, Uncle Wang. Ken is doing very well."
Suddenly, the scenery around us changed. Simon Wang and I were standing on the street, surrounded by unmoving ghosts, all staring at me in terror.
"Tell me, you all..."
Suddenly, Simon Wang pulled out a large calligraphy brush from his chest, flipped in midair, gripped the brush firmly in his right hand, and began writing gently in the air.
Light ink gradually formed two characters—'Illusion'—which then floated slowly and transparently toward the sky. Simon Wang waved the brush again, murmuring something, then shouted loudly.
He shouted, “Heavenly secrets, every word a gem, divine spirits within the words, ha…”
Simon Wang shouted again, writing two characters—'Concealment.' The ink words seemed to dissolve and scatter in all directions. After a while, Simon Wang put away the brush and sat calmly on the ground.
Let those ghosts go. They can’t return for now, and asking them won’t reveal anything.
I responded, releasing the female ghost’s head. The ghosts screamed and fled in all directions, quickly disappearing.
Uncle Wang, what is going on here?
Simon Wang smiled faintly.
Qingyuan, call me Uncle Ming. This spell—name invocation…
It’s the Wordcraft technique, isn’t it?' I smiled immediately and said. Simon Wang looked at me in surprise.