Although I had already experienced the ghost school, what I had just seen was still a brutal visual shock.
What I saw was not an intact corpse. That was right—the girl from yesterday in black stockings, a miniskirt, and high heels had been dismembered.
And that was not all. Her abdomen had been completely cut open, with her intestines and internal organs scattered all over the floor.
I waited anxiously in the living room, but neither of them came out after a long time.
The living room was large, and the owner of the house was rather particular. At the far end stood a shrine, its statue covered by a piece of black cloth.
Wealthy people and politicians in this country were often rather superstitious. If you had ever visited their homes, you would find statues of Guan Yu, golden Buddhas, or jade Guanyin placed in the corners of their living rooms, symbolizing a smooth official career and abundant wealth.
Out of boredom, I walked over and curiously lifted the black cloth.
I did not know much about this sort of thing, but common sense told me that nothing should ever cover a deity statue. Once the deity's line of sight was blocked, it was a form of desecration and disrespect.
But the moment I lifted the black cloth, I hurriedly backed away as if possessed. The shrine did not house a deity—it housed an evil ghost!
It was a statue of an evil god, with three heads and six arms, its gaze vicious. No matter which direction you looked at it from, the evil ghost statue seemed to be staring at you. A chill rose involuntarily down my back.
Had the owner of this house lost his mind? He actually worshipped a statue of an evil ghost. No wonder