In Wen Xishu's previous life, there had been a world-famous horror movie.
The ghosts in it were vicious, killing almost indiscriminately.
Among them was an iconic little boy who always appeared with a black cat.
He had deep, dark circles under his eyes, and his skin was as white as a wall coated in white paint.
The little girl outside the door gave off that same feeling.
She was even scarier than the ghost child called Toshio from Wen Xishu's previous life, because she had no hair at all.
She stared straight into the camera, as though she had noticed that the people inside were watching her too.
"Xiao Ya... open the door! I'm so cold!"
That voice came again.
This time, it seemed to carry a penetrating force. Everyone felt as though it had sounded right beside their ears.
A shiver ran through each of them.
Everyone wondered just how terrifying this ghost had to be.
But Wen Xishu knew that this ghost wasn't frightening. Her cultivation wasn't high.
Nor was she particularly intelligent.
By comparison, it was far too easy to tell that she was a ghost. Anything so easy to identify merely looked frightening; it wasn't actually that dangerous.
Yet Xiao Ya kept shouting:
"Open the door! Please, open the door! Tongtong isn't a ghost! She isn't!"
Pain and sorrow filled Xiao Ya's expression.
"Xiao Ya... have you forgotten me...?"
The childish voice carried a hint of sorrow.
As everyone listened, they felt as though the voice had an echo.
The air around them seemed to grow colder.
Xiao Ya pleaded:
"She isn't a ghost... she won't hurt us. Open the door!"
Zhang Qiang raised his gun and aimed it at Xiao Ya.
"Fuck, you stupid bitch! You're fucking possessed, aren't you? She has to be possessed,