Brother Xiong first felt something touch the top of his head.
He was still staring at the phone on the floor, breathing rapidly, his heartbeat erratic. He ignored the faint sensation.
The next second, the sensation became unmistakable.
The female ghost's hair had fallen onto Brother Xiong's head, brushing the top of it and his ear, grazing his temple. There was no way he couldn't feel it, no way he could completely ignore the sensation.
His body stiffened. He didn't dare move at all. He held his breath, but his heart began pounding uncontrollably.
A sob forced its way out of Brother Xiong's throat, followed by a moan of terror.
His eyes were bloodshot. Tears welled up without his control, like sweat seeping from his pores, and slid drop by drop down his skin.
Every sensation was magnified.
The female ghost was still bending over. Her hair had fallen in front of Brother Xiong's eyes.
He couldn't ignore it or pretend nothing was happening.
The black hair blocked Brother Xiong's vision.
His whole body began to tremble and shake. He couldn't even close his eyes.
The female ghost's body bent into an n-shape, her face appearing right in front of Brother Xiong.
Their eyes met.
Brother Xiong opened his mouth, but only broken sounds came from his throat.
Bam!
The female ghost's head fell off and landed in Brother Xiong's lap.
The severed end of her neck was like an opened lid, and blood poured straight out of her body.
Brother Xiong was covered in blood from head to toe.
The female ghost's body crumpled and fell on top of him.
Brother Xiong sprang up as if electrocuted, tossed the head away, and shoved the female ghost's body aside.
His foot slipped. His slipper flew off, and he went sprawling