After the old woman called "Lotus Incense" twice, a flicker of light finally entered the young woman's eyes, no longer as still as a dead pool.
She lowered her head. The viciousness of a vengeful spirit appeared in her eyes, and her neck suddenly stretched, becoming long and thin like a flying-head demon. Her head spun halfway around in the air, then abruptly swooped down in front of the little girl on her back.
Facing the little girl's fearful gaze, the woman's head said menacingly, "Let go of your grandmother."
But vengeful spirits were hardly so reasonable.
The little girl was afraid, but she was even more vicious and resentful. She kept gnawing on the old woman's arm without letting go.
The woman's head stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly opened its mouth wide and bit off half the little girl's face. The sound of her chewing was no quieter than before.
Now it was the little girl's turn to wail. With only half a face left, she couldn't hold on to anything, and the old woman's arm was freed. The girl looked especially horrifying: one half of her face was a twisted, savage ghost mask, the other a bloody, pitted mess. She cried out in anguish:
"Big Sis!!"
The woman's head swallowed the half-face and said coldly, "You brought this on yourself."
Strangely, even as the vengeful ghosts attacked one another, neither the old woman nor the young woman moved their bodies at all. From beginning to end, they had moved only their heads and limbs.
Another gust of sinister wind swept past, stirring the lantern outside Qian San's courtyard gate.
Its red light swayed, and at a certain angle where light and shadow crossed, it finally illuminated the space between the young woman and the