A ghost was flying through the sky.
It was like seeing a cow floating in midair.
It was utterly unbelievable.
But now, everyone across the city... no, everyone in the world—young women, married women, old men, young men—as long as they tilted their heads forty-five degrees toward the sky, could see human figures falling downward one after another.
Those figures were obviously abnormal at a glance.
What normal person looked like a corpse, with their entire body seeming to have been soaked in water until their flesh was almost separating from their bones?
And they were at least four or five meters tall.
They wore theatrical costumes.
Their bodies were still falling, yet they were not afraid at all. Judging from their postures and movements, they actually looked as though they were performing onstage.
Aerial opera?
As for the rest...
There were old men whose bodies were smeared with a layer of black oil.
Women whose bodies had been severed in two, connected only by some fascia.
Men wearing tattered cotton-padded jackets.
Men whose limbs had been broken backward at the joints.
And children wearing melon caps and bright red bellybands, looking festive and cheerful. But no one could look at their faces, or the purplish-blue faces of the dead infants would be enough to give them nightmares.
Countless Vicious Ghosts.
They fell from the sky like drifting snowflakes, and soon, those who had left first landed on the ground.
Bang—!
Splatter!
Some had hard bodies.
They hit the ground completely unharmed, even smashing a huge hole into it.
Some had soft bodies.
They landed with a slap.
Their flesh splashed in every direction.
It was a horrible sight.
Others were clearly not bound by Newton's laws. When they fell, they drifted down lightly and stood gracefully, without the