In the blink of an eye, Ruan Han was standing in an office at Big-Horned Deer.
Zhao Hang was about to leave. He opened the door, and the hurried footsteps outside spilled into the room.
The door closed, and the room fell completely silent again.
The woman sat behind the desk, looking Ruan Han in the eye.
I could feel the violent pounding of Ruan Han's heart.
The door opened again, and someone came in.
The newcomer greeted them. From his voice, I could tell it was the man in the leather jacket.
Ruan Han turned his head.
Normally, turning his head should have involved turning his upper body, too. But when Ruan Han turned, his entire body remained rigid. Only his neck moved.
I saw wrinkles form in Ruan Han's neck as his head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, all the way around to face behind him.
The man in the leather jacket smiled warmly at Ruan Han and waved in greeting.
Only then did Ruan Han realize something was wrong with him. He hurriedly stood up, but his soul floated out of his body instead.
His body remained seated in the chair, its head still twisted unnaturally toward the back.
The face on his body wore a very calm expression, with just a hint of unease. But that unease had come from his earlier hesitation over whether to become a ghost.
Now, Ruan Han's soul wore an utterly bewildered expression. He had no thoughts at all; his mind was completely blank.
The man in the leather jacket slapped Ruan Han on the back, bringing him to his senses.
"Not bad. You've got it already. I told you you should join us. See? You're a perfect fit." The man in the leather jacket laughed heartily, chattering away as