The monster slowly raised its face. Its black hair slid to either side, revealing a pale, gaunt visage.
Fine red veins filled its bulging eyes, giving it a ghastly, savage air.
Its mouth opened, and a long, bright-red tongue hung all the way down to the ground.
A ragged hemp rope was wrapped around its slender neck.
Its appearance was so unmistakable that even someone unfamiliar with monsters could identify it at a glance.
It was a Hanging Ghost.
Commonly known as a hanged ghost.
The atmosphere at the scene was inexplicably tense.
Meng Jixi was very curious about what Master Xiao had just meant.
But he instinctively knew it was best to stay quiet for now.
He had a vague suspicion.
That thing had arrived.
He suddenly thought of a complaint Xiuxiu had made to him once.
"So annoying. I can't see anything."
Can't see anything...?
"Human, are you calling me?"
The Hanging Ghost seemed surprised and amused. It spread the corners of its mouth, its long, bright-red tongue swaying slightly. Its voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if its throat had been scorched by smoke and fire, with a gritty rasp to it.
"Gah gah~"
"How interesting. So very interesting."
"It's been a long time since I met a human who could see me."
The Hanging Ghost seemed to want to twist its body, but then remembered that it was bound and unable to move.
A faint shadow spread through its eyes.
It looked at Xiao Xiao, the corners of its mouth stretching wider still. If it wasn't mistaken...
"Human, it's too inconvenient to talk like this."
The Hanging Ghost shook its head. Right now, its head was the only part of it that was free.
"Can you get this big fellow to let me