Legend of the Northern Territory

An oil lamp burned in the room.

The bean-sized flame flickered, casting an unsteady light over a woman beside the bed.

"No shadow?"

Jiang Qiao swept his gaze over the floor and strode over.

"Miss, I encountered a Ghost Wall in the village. I need your help."

Suddenly.

The woman sitting on the bed raised her head.

She wore a pair of white cloth shoes and an Old era student uniform. Her delicate figure carried the frail, sickly air of a willow unable to withstand the wind.

She made people want to hug her.

However.

When his gaze moved upward and took in the unshaven, sharply defined face beneath her long hair hanging to her waist, Jiang Qiao suddenly let out a howl:

"Ghost!"

Boom!

Before the genderless Vicious Ghost could react, a fist as large as a sand bowl struck its head.

The watermelon burst apart.

Yet there was nothing inside, as though a zombie had paid a visit.

Old Man Sun, who had been peeking in from the doorway, was given a terrible fright by Jiang Qiao's roar. He hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"I ran into something unclean."

Jiang Qiao spoke calmly, then walked out of the room without another word.

Old Man Sun cautiously glanced inside.

The headless corpse of a woman lay quietly on the bed. Judging from her graceful figure, she must have been quite beautiful.

"What a pity..." Old Man Sun sighed regretfully.

That girl's figure was far more pleasing to the eye than the old men at Mandarin Duck Alley, but unfortunately, she was a ghost.

What a cruel twist of fate.

Otherwise, at Big Player's, a fast-food meal would cost at least twenty red notes.

"When I came in, I think I saw a small temple at the deepest part of