No one had expected this turn of events. No one had paid any attention to Hu Shi before. Hu Guohua and Tang Xiaolan collapsing had drawn most people's attention. The consequences of two elderly people suddenly falling were hard to predict. They might not even get back up.
The overlooked Hu Shi let out a loud scream.
I'd been keeping an eye on Hu Xiayi, but she still managed to startle me with what she did.
It wasn't as if I'd never seen ghosts who were even more vicious and crazed. But no matter what their personalities had been like, the ghosts I'd seen before had all seemed like ghosts.
Hu Xiayi, on the other hand, seemed like a person. A cruel, violent person.
She'd stomped and broken her father's shin, yet her face still wore a look of satisfaction.
"When you broke my leg, it hurt just like this, Dad!" Hu Xiayi shouted. "I screamed, too! I screamed just like you! But all you cared about back then was fighting Uncle! And Grandma and Grandpa..."
Hu Xiayi shifted her gaze.
Hu Guohua was struggling to breathe, but he and Tang Xiaolan were still conscious.
Hu Xiayi walked toward them, one step at a time, like the Grim Reaper drawing near.
Tang Xiaolan cried out in panic, flailing her hands as she tried to escape.
Hu Xiayi took two quick steps forward and planted a foot on Tang Xiaolan's chest.
"Grandma, when you sat on top of me, did it hurt this much?" Hu Xiayi asked, her face twisted with rage. "When my mom tried to pull you off, how did you shove her? You told her to go break up the fight between my dad and uncle. You didn't even look at me. You didn't look at her, either..."