There was a question: what would a ghost become after it "died"?
The question came with quotation marks.
Because ghosts could not die. That had become an ironclad rule in the employees' minds. They would never perish, only reappear in another form-a fixed supernatural incident.
In a sense, that doomed them to eternal existence.
The closer Luo Xian came to the final moment, the stronger her confusion grew. She had seen Xie Zheng's corpse and the Cheongsam Woman's transformation into wax. Now, as she moved behind Old Madam Hu, her hand began to tremble faintly.
The bizarre sight of a ghost worshipping a spirit tablet led her to a deeper conjecture about Old Madam Hu's death.
Perhaps... Old Madam Hu's "death" was a kind of "rebirth" on another level?
So, inch by inch, she reached her slender fingers toward the "corpse" in the floral padded jacket, its back bulging unnaturally.
At first, when her fingertips touched the padded jacket, it felt as though she were touching a block of frozen ice. An extreme chill traveled up through her fingertips and into her heart.
It was nothing like ordinary cold. It carried a shuddering dread that would terrify any living person, and she could not help trembling.
It was as though terrifying images that should never have appeared were being forced into Luo Xian's mind.
She saw a face like withered tree bark suddenly thrust into her vision, blood-red eyeballs spilling through the furrows covering it.
Then she saw that terribly hunched body, dressed in a padded jacket riddled with holes. Something seized the two braids hanging down her back and dragged her across the floor into the bedroom.
Finally, a chilling sound of tearing came from within the dim red light, like a heart and lungs being gouged out, yet