Walking, the crowd arrived at the edge of that shallow beach.
Yin Meng continued to hold the lamp above her head while gently stroking the whip around her neck. She really liked it, and she hoped she could have one herself in the future.
The coffin was lowered and pushed into the water, where it began to float.
Here, Li Zhiyuan made no changes, so the existing plot in the dream continued to unfold.
The coffin gradually floated toward the center of the river, and as it reached the deepest point, four ghostly figures suddenly appeared, lifted the coffin, and then quickly, the coffin vanished.
The crowd was silent.
The Dream Ghost walked to Yin Meng's side, reached out, and placed a hand on Yin Meng's shoulder.
The boy's voice also appeared at Yin Meng's ear:
"What's next is the real act of disrespect."
"Hmm."
Yin Meng responded softly without much reaction, appearing very calm about it.
