Gales howled across the rooftop, stirring up waves of pungent corpse stench.
Fang Shiming's grand declaration about dividing the world equally still echoed in the air.
His perpetually confident face awaited Lin Cheng's answer.
Yet Lin Cheng, still in his intangibility state, did not answer directly. Instead, he chuckled.
His gaze shifted toward Red Ning atop another nearby high-rise, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Split Asia equally? Why don't you ask her if she agrees?"
Fang Shiming frowned slightly and followed Lin Cheng's gaze.
When he got a clear look at the red-haired woman, contempt flashed in his eyes.
A disdainful sneer curled Fang Shiming's lips.
"She's just an ordinary Ghost Handler with a somewhat unusual condition. Why bother asking her opinion?"
Only then.
Standing beside Lin Cheng, Yang Jian followed their gazes and suddenly noticed the woman.
Scarlet hair, skin as white as paper-although her entire demeanor had changed beyond recognition, the contours of that face...
Yang Jian remembered. Wasn't she Ning Rongrong, the woman who had shamelessly begged for his protection at the Caesar Hotel to stay alive, only to end up cut in half by the Firewood Cleaver?
Not only had she survived, but how had she become something so eerie?
The deathly stillness and chill seeping from her very bones were nothing like those of a living person!
Lin Cheng's ghostly silhouette swayed slightly in the wind, as though he had seen through Yang Jian's shock.
"No need to be surprised." Lin Cheng's voice was calm. "She's no longer human. She's a vengeful ghost wearing a human shell."
Yang Jian sucked in a cold breath. "Ghost possession?"
He immediately thought of that deeply unsettling Sheepskin Paper with a mind of its own.
Sure enough, he had been right not to snatch that damned paper