Corpse Demon

"What did you see? Tell this poor Daoist."

At her words, the little girl twisted her hands together.

She lowered her head, drawing circles on the ground with her toes, hemming and hawing for a long while.

"It was... it was..."

The young woman beside her immediately grew anxious. She yanked the girl behind her and said repeatedly,

"Daoist, don't listen to her nonsense! She's just a child. She had a nightmare at night and couldn't tell truth from falsehood after waking up."

The old man also waved his hands.

"Children speak without restraint, children speak without restraint. Daoist, there's no need to take it seriously."

Shen Hui looked at the little girl hidden behind her mother and said nothing.

He merely fixed his gaze on her and said gently,

"It's all right. Let me hear it."

As he spoke, he drew a sheet of cut yellow paper from his sleeve and laid it flat on the table.

Then he dipped his fingers into the bowl of water. Once his fingertips were wet, he began carefully drawing on the paper.

The little girl poked half her head out from behind her mother, stole a glance at Shen Hui, then shrank back again.

After a while, seeing that he truly showed no impatience, she finally gathered her courage. Hesitantly, she poked half her head out again, her voice faint as a mosquito's hum.

"It was... it was like this."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her head.

That little face, once fair and adorable, changed in an instant.

Her features looked like dough that had been violently kneaded, twisted beyond recognition.

Her mouth hung wide open, her jaw dropping all the way to her chest.

Her eyeballs had vanished as well, leaving only two bottomless black hollows staring fixedly at Shen