Doctor Gao himself might not even have understood.
He was not merely fighting three top-tier red-clothed ghosts.
He was facing a being from another world.
How is this possible?
An eerie chill seeped into my arms. Before I could even react, let alone resist, both arms were torn off. What on earth is this ghost?
No head, no detectable emotions, no speech, no red clothing—
Ordinary people feared ghosts because they exceeded their understanding and threatened their lives, but that fear still fell within the bounds of reason.
Facing the Headless Ghost Shadow, Doctor Gao
felt fear seeping from every pore for the first time.
It was a fear of the unknown.
The Headless Ghost Shadow could hardly even be called a ghost. Ghosts could at least communicate. Nor was he like a behind-the-door monster: Doctor Gao could sense none of the negative emotions from behind the door in him.
Something that should never have existed.
Just as it was impossible to describe a dog to someone who had never seen one,
Doctor Gao could not comprehend the Headless Ghost Shadow through anything he knew.
Excitement, curiosity, dread, shock—countless emotions intertwined.
Black water crept up his ankles.
The black water Zhang Ze had released had already far exceeded the blood pool's capacity. It continued surging outward without end, gradually forming a black water ocean broader and deeper than the blood pool.
Doctor Gao distinctly felt something tugging at his trouser legs.
His eyes widened as he met Qiu Mei's and Sadako's gazes. Everything he had experienced replayed in his mind like a life flashing before his eyes.
The despair and sorrow he had felt facing his dead wife.
The coldness and resolve he had shown while saving patients.
The madness he had experienced while shouldering all the negative emotions in