In an instant, I felt death closing in. The thought I'm going to die was so overwhelming that I lost the ability to think.
Almost at that same instant, I felt everything around me change. Everything twisted and warped. A violent force filled my soul, nearly tearing it to pieces.
An inner force, an uncontrollable, frenzied power; two forces from outside, pulling at my soul like a tug-of-war...
Jingle!
The bell rang out, piercing the sky and turning everything around me into nothingness.
Then the ringing shattered.
I saw the broken bell.
The scenery around me shifted rapidly.
A headless body fell. A pair of hands picked up the fallen head and hurled it into the darkness above the cave.
The woman in ancient clothes had a cold gaze, her expression full of venom and her hands covered in blood. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. She opened her mouth as if to say something.
The man—the guide—didn't linger. He turned and left, his figure as ethereal as a ghost. He really was a ghost, and vanished without a trace.
My field of vision suddenly shifted to the mouth of the cave.
The guide left the cave and waved his hand. Countless vines descended from the mountain.
The woman's expression changed. She charged toward the cave entrance like a madwoman, but the vines blocked her path. She roared and screamed in fury, her voice echoing through the cavern.
Suddenly, I was back in the depths of the cave.
The headless corpses floated up, drawn toward the cavern in the air above.
The headless corpse I was inhabiting floated up with them.
Up, up...
They were hidden beneath hair.
But it wasn't really hair. It was resentment—the resentment of those nine heads, those nine ghosts.
They had already left, but