It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Before Yun Li even reached the forest farm, she saw many people heading her way from afar. Without thinking, she went straight into her spatial dimension.

Director Zhang and his group soon arrived at the place where Yun Li had disappeared.

Old Man Tian, ​​who was leading the sled, panicked and grabbed the dog. Seeing this, the other sleds behind him also quickly pulled the dogs to a stop.

"Have we arrived?"

"It looks like it, look at those footprints."

Apart from Old Man Tian, ​​the others got off the sled to check, and when they saw the still very clear footprints, they all showed expressions of lingering fear.

The footprints ended here, and there was no one in sight. Could it really be that thing from ten years ago?

Old Man Tian was even more frightened than the others; even the red spots on his face from the frostbite turned pale.

"The manager, she, she, she's here again."

Director Zhang turned to look at Old Man Tian, ​​who was still on the sled, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. It hasn't been confirmed yet. Don't scare yourself."

Old Man Tian glanced around furtively, his lips trembling and his voice trembling with tears as he whispered, "Farm manager, this isn't where I first noticed the footprints disappearing."

Upon hearing this, the group was taken aback.

"Old Tian, ​​what do you mean by that!" someone asked sternly.

"I said that I first noticed the footprints disappeared in the woods three kilometers away."

Some people didn't understand what he meant, but others understood it immediately.

Those who understood quickly lost their color in their faces. Director Zhang was one of those who understood. He took a deep breath, wanting to confirm it again.

"You mean, that one's heading towards the forest farm, right?"

Those who didn't understand before now got it and looked around in fear.

Old Man Tian nodded vigorously, "Manager, let's go back quickly!"

Director Zhang turned his head and looked around again, trying to see if there were any dug snow pits, and whether someone was hiding in them pretending to be a ghost.

The result was nothing; it was a completely silvery-white surface, smooth as if it had been scraped with a scraper.

With a determined look, he declared, "Let's go!"

After Yun Li and the others left, she came out again and continued walking. She didn't care what they thought of her, as long as it didn't interfere with what she was doing.

The group returned to Director Zhang's house, and even with a warm fireplace, they were still shivering.

No one spoke; they just sat there blankly.

After a long while, Old Man Tian stammered, "Should we hold a sacrificial ceremony?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? What kind of era is this? Everyone wants to be put on display?"

Director Zhang looked at Old Man Tian with annoyance. "Practicing superstition, he, as the director, will definitely be made an example of."

The others had complex expressions, and seemed hesitant to speak.

In an instant, the whole room fell silent again, with only the crackling of sparks from the fireplace.

With a creak, the door opened, and the farm manager's wife came in carrying freshly boiled water.

She poured hot water for everyone, and seeing that they all looked unwell, she sat down to the side.

"What happened?"

Director Zhang originally didn't want his wife to be scared too, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell her anyway, so she wouldn't be caught off guard and not know how to avoid it.

So, Jianjie recounted the story.

Upon hearing this, Zhang's wife opened her mouth wide, her lips opening and closing as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Finally, carrying the water chestnuts, he walked out, but just as he closed the door, he said a comforting word, "Don't overthink it, maybe it's just someone's prank."

No one responded. She closed the door and came out, standing at the doorway lost in thought.

Finally, he went inside, put on his thick cotton-padded coat, hat, and scarf, and wrapped himself up tightly before going out.

After walking for about twenty minutes, she arrived at the gate of a small courtyard. She knocked on the door and called out loudly, "Liu'er, open the door."

When the ground was covered in ice and snow, everyone stayed indoors and didn't come out. The farm manager's wife called out many times before people inside heard her.

Liu'er is a seventeen-year-old girl who is still unmarried and is the pillar of her family.

Her mother passed away two years ago, and now she only has a sick and lame father, an eleven-year-old sister, and a six-year-old brother in her family.

Liu'er is called Liu'er because she is the sixth child in her family.

However, the first five older sisters are all gone.

Liu'er braved the cold wind to open the door and welcome the person inside. After they were seated, she asked, "Auntie, did you come here for something?"

The farm manager's wife nodded, then glanced at Liu'er's father and younger siblings.

Liu'er understood immediately and led her to the next room. This room was cold because there was no charcoal fire burning.

The farm manager's wife cut to the chase and asked directly, "Liu'er, your uncle and the others have discovered that the 'Snow Ghost' has reappeared."

Liu'er was astonished. The "Snow Ghost" had appeared again? How could this be!

Others might not know, but she knew that she herself played the role of the "Snow Ghost" ten years ago.

"Auntie, do you know what happened ten years ago? You're asking me this because you doubt me?"

The farm manager's wife glared at her, "How old are you this year? You can't pretend to be a child anymore."

"I want to ask you if anyone else knew about what you did back then. I'm afraid that people might be imitating your actions and trying to achieve some kind of goal."

Liu'er pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "Auntie, no one knows. If you hadn't seen me when I came back in the middle of the night, you wouldn't have known that the 'Snow Ghost' was me."

The farm manager's wife nodded secretly. Back then, everyone was so frightened that they wanted to bury themselves in the snow and didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Later, whenever it saw even a hint of red, it would run away like a frightened bird.

Even those who dare to risk their lives to catch her will disappear before they even reach her.

This unpredictable ability made everyone even more convinced that it was a 'ghost'.

In addition, the child is too smart, and no one knows how she removed the footprints.

She asked the question, but she didn't answer it; it remains a mystery to this day.

The farm manager's wife thought she was clever, so she told her what Old Man Tian and the others had discovered, hoping to see if she could find anything out.

When Liu'er heard the footprints disappear, just like she had back then, her heart pounded wildly.

Could it be her?

Is he the person she has been waiting for for ten years to repay a debt of gratitude?

"Liu'er..."

Liu'er snapped out of her daze and grabbed the farm manager's wife's cold hand. "Auntie, you know that 'snow ghosts' and all that stuff are fake. Don't worry, I'll go see what's going on right now."

"Your aunt is with you."

"No, Auntie, your health hasn't been very good these past few years. Don't catch a cold. I'll go by myself."

The farm manager's wife didn't insist either; her body really couldn't withstand the cold wind.

"Then be careful."

"Oh, Auntie, don't worry. Don't you know my abilities? Don't worry."

After seeing the farm manager's wife off, Liu'er returned, staring at the lanterns under the eaves with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and eyes full of excitement.

Only then did she go inside to put on heavy clothes, say goodbye to her younger siblings, and then go out.

As for her father, she ignored him.