They looked along the road and saw no one else on the snow-covered ground. The wheat seedlings protruding from the surrounding crop fields only reach as high as a person's calf, and they looked empty.
Gu Yi reacted suddenly - the bell in Wei Zhizhi's hand was taken away by his brother at some point. After they stopped, the bell stopped moving, and only the tassel shook slightly.
But from somewhere, a ringing sound exactly like that bell came, ringing intermittently.
Intention: There is no special path between humans and ghosts.