This was only a twenty-square-meter room, barely over two meters high. The ceiling was not far from the living people at all.
From this distance, Cheng Ming could clearly see the ghost's face.
It was a face covered in cracks, one horizontal, two vertical... splitting that pallid skin into fragments. Maggots could vaguely be seen crawling in and out through the cracks in its head.
Even so, Cheng Ming could still see the savage malice in its eyes.
Its broken limbs clung to the ceiling, while the protruding Bone Spikes under the yellow light gave the illusion of blade-like sharpness.
This ghost was clothed, but the clothes had rotted beyond recognition, hanging loosely like a curtain.
Yet strips of blackened bandages were wrapped around its front and back, tightly binding the scattered scraps of cloth to its body.
The first sight of this peculiar and horrifying figure nearly made the completely unprepared Cheng Ming scream.
However, Cheng Ming was one of Branch No. 10's rare talents. The instant fear overwhelmed him, he stopped himself in time and identified the issue within a single second.
He immediately switched off the light. Once the room returned to darkness, the ghostly shadow on the ceiling could no longer be seen.
This was not burying his head in the sand or deceiving himself. In that emergency, he had suddenly recalled something the Red Skirt Girl had said.
The girl had once said, "Father doesn't like the lights on, and he likes seeing strangers even less."
The girl had been perfectly safe whenever she turned on the lights before, but she was part of this family after all.
Now that the girl had just left, Cheng Ming, a stranger, had turned on the lights and immediately seen a Female Ghost on the ceiling. He could