The old man walked up to him.
He said nothing.
He took a candle from the red box and lit it. A dim green light danced like ghostly fire over a graveyard at night.
The moment the candlelight flared.
Jiang Qiao felt as if he had formed some kind of special connection with the candle.
It was almost as if...
The candle had become his life.
When the candle burned down to ash.
That would be the moment he died.
"A curse countdown? And a pretty lethal curse at that." Jiang Qiao nodded. The candle couldn't actually become his life, but it could become a gun barrel aimed at him.
"What do you want me to do?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
He saw that the other two people nearby had also been targeted by vicious ghosts.
One of them faced a pale, ferocious face covered in bloodstains. It looked like it had just been peeled off, and aside from being somewhat deflated, it still looked remarkably fresh.
The other person.
Was being watched by a life-sized doll woven from countless strands of human hair.
Inside the doll.
A swollen face was hidden.
It peered out through the gaps between the strands of hair.
It was disgusting.
By comparison, the old man Jiang Qiao had encountered looked like a corpse, but at least he seemed fairly normal. He didn't have any bizarre deformities.
"Do you want me to give you a proper burial?"
The old man said nothing.
However, there was a prayer text inside the red wooden box. Judging from its contents, it was filled with incantations recited during burials.
"Dead-man appearance."
"Wearing a burial shroud."
"Looking fairly neat and clean."
"His face is just a little ferocious, like he was driven to a nursing home by his family, then bullied