And no matter how he looked at it, the young woman did not seem to be firmly refusing him. It looked more like flirtatious banter.
Tang Changsheng stepped toward the river, about to plunge in, when he suddenly froze. He had seen the reflection in the water. It was someone both familiar and strange...
"Who is that? Is that me? Then who am I?" Countless questions burst through his mind. With a series of sharp cracks, it seemed as though countless panes of glass shattered before his eyes.
Tang Changsheng suddenly laughed. Instead of stepping into the river, he took a step back.
In an instant, the clear, clean river turned murky, with blood drifting through it. A bone-white ghostly claw reached out of the water and seized Tang Changsheng's ankle.
"Come on. Didn't you like me? Why are you running away now?"
The beautiful young woman had become an ugly Ghost Hag, her hair sparse, her muscles shriveled, and most of her teeth exposed.
Cackling strangely, she gripped Tang Changsheng's ankle and tried to drag him into the river bit by bit.
Tang Changsheng gave a cold smile. "A mere little ghost dares to run wild?"
A spark sprang from his body and raced from his ankle onto the Ghost Hag.
The wretched Ghost Hag shrieked, released Tang Changsheng, and fled toward the river. But the flames did not die in water. They even caught on the filthy river water and spread across it.
The fire roared, engulfing the Ghost Hag and the entire river. Both gradually vanished into nothingness, leaving only a faint wisp of mist rising into the air.
Tang Changsheng walked through the thin mist with a Longsword in hand. Every so often, a monster formed from mist leaped out and lunged at him. It was