After sending the village chief away, Chen Hao headed toward the wooden hut.
The moment Chen Hao stepped inside, he noticed how dark the room was. It was not the ordinary dimness of a room without lights, but an eerie, sinister darkness.
He glanced around and found almost nothing inside, apart from a gray-haired old woman in tattered clothes, huddled motionless in a corner.
"Ma'am, what are you doing?"
Chen Hao slowly approached and greeted her, but she did not respond.
Only when he got close enough did he see just how creepy the old woman really was.
Her shoulder-length white hair lay over clothes riddled with holes. Her face was covered in wrinkles, and her eyes were so deeply sunken into their sockets that, without a closer look, he might have thought her eyeballs were missing. Her fingernails were horrifically long, curling over at the ends.
An indescribable stench kept wafting from the old woman, enough to make anyone gag.
Fighting the violent churning in his stomach, Chen Hao stepped in front of her and said loudly, "Ma'am, can you hear me?"
The old woman moved her head slightly and made a few weak, hoarse noises. Chen Hao could not understand a word, leaving him feeling rather awkward.
Yet as Chen Hao watched her, he suddenly noticed a cold glint flash beneath her sunken eye sockets.
Chen Hao frowned and immediately activated the Heavenly Eye Art. He saw that the old woman was already dead, all the blood in her body completely congealed like jelly.
But the old woman had just spoken to him. He really had run into a ghost.
Looks like I'm going to experience a real ghost hunt tonight!
Yet as he stared at the old woman before him, Chen Hao rubbed the back of his