Time seemed to stop at that moment.
In the slowly shifting glow of the setting sun inside the room, the two ghosts and the corpse remained frozen in place, motionless.
The seconds ticked by.
When night fell, a hazy shadow appeared over the corpse on the floor.
The woman's soul floated out of her body.
Qiu Ming's eyes moved, following the woman.
The man reacted as well. He watched the woman, raised his hand, and pointed the bloody cleaver at her.
The woman slowly regained consciousness, and her blank expression began to change.
She saw the man and the bloodstained cleaver. After a moment of confusion, she looked nervous.
The man raised the cleaver and swung it down hard.
The woman screamed and stood frozen in place.
The cleaver didn't hurt her. It passed right through her.
The woman kept screaming.
As the man swung at her a second time, a little normal thought finally returned to her mind.
That blow missed too.
When the third blow came down, the woman raised her hand and grabbed the man's arm.
The cleaver stopped falling.
The man's blank expression changed. He shook the woman off savagely, then turned his head sharply to look at Qiu Ming.
Qiu Ming was still gazing at the spot where the woman stood.
The woman didn't notice. Her heart leaped into her throat.
When the man swung at Qiu Ming, she lunged forward.
This time, she didn't fly in front of the blow to block it.
She knocked the man aside, threw herself onto him, and snatched the cleaver from his hand.
I saw the man's tension ease. It was as if he had suddenly lost all his strength. His mind returned to normal too, and he looked at the woman with anger on his face and