The Gugu Who Turns Your Neck Will Snap It

"What's wrong?" The fat man tensed up at once.

Could the ghost's head be turning again?

He cautiously reached for his own head, only to find that it hadn't moved yet.

"If you turn your head, your neck will be twisted right off," Xu Xingcheng said.

Turning your head would get your neck twisted off?

Did that mean turning around would trigger the ghost's killing rule?

The fat man clutched his head tightly. "How do you know the ghost's killing rule?"

Xu Xingcheng had already pulled his hand away from the fat man's face. He reached back toward his own head, and this time finally managed to support it after it had twisted a hundred and eighty degrees.

Then he laboriously pointed at his neck. "Experience."

Only then did the fat man notice that Xu Xingcheng's neck had been twisted more than once.

At first glance, the fat man had thought Xu Xingcheng's neck looked like a twisted dough stick.

It couldn't have been twisted like that in a single turn. Clearly, Xu Xingcheng had suffered multiple attacks from the ghost.

A horrifying image of the ghost twisting a malevolent god into a pretzel appeared in the fat man's mind. "You didn't run into this ghost as soon as you entered the instance, then get your head twisted this way and that until we got here, did you?"

"More or less, though there are a few details to add." Xu Xingcheng tried to keep it brief as he told the fat man what had happened since he entered the instance.

"I spawned right here when I first entered the instance. Yes, right where you're standing.

"The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself facing the railing. The corpse outside was hanging over it, face-to-face with me."

"You mean that