The woman arrived just recently after spending months wandering all over the Human Realm.
The Demonic Realm had become a very unsafe place, now that the First Demon King was no longer there to rule with iron hands.
Thankfully, she managed to secure a place in Ghost Island. Thanks to her third eye, she was able to make a decent living as a fortuneteller. Not enough compared to the priests with real divination skills, but enough to give her customers what they wanted.
Ghosts, unlike human beings, did not care much about the future. They mostly cared about those in the land of the living.
What happened to the families they left behind?
Had this and that issue been settled?
Their annoying questions posed an insult to the woman's true abilities, but at this point, she had no other option but to lay low. Among the other questionable creatures in Ghost Island, who found no place in any of the three realms.
It was late.
