On Loess Road.
Out of the pitch-black distance, a figure slowly crawled over, his clothes in tatters. His right leg was missing from the knee down, the stump a bloody mess.
Thin and shriveled, he appeared to be an old man. His head was not on his neck, but cradled in his own hands.
The strange thing was...
Despite holding his own head, he kept calling out.
"My head... my head... give me back my head..."
The old man looked around, his eyes full of malice. He did not seem to be looking only for his own head, but wanted more heads!
As he passed a stretch of wasteland.
A sinister voice suddenly rang out.
"Old man, old man~"
"Give your head back to me... give your head back to me..."
The old man froze.
The more he listened, the more wrong it sounded.
Give my head... back to you??
Fuck! That's practically daylight robbery!
Ghost Qi +999.
He held up his own head and looked around. When he turned it to the left, he saw a man's face incongruously hiding amid the thick weeds.
"Fuck! What the hell is that?! Ghost Qi +599!"
The old man shuddered in fright.
The other person's entire body was hidden in the grass, with only a face showing, its eyes wide open. In the dead of night, it looked like a severed head sitting there, utterly unnerving.
But soon, he smiled again.
"Well, well! You want my head?" he said sinisterly.
As he spoke, he crawled over in a few movements and thrust the head, its severed neck dripping blood and its pupils grayish-white, right in front of the other person's face.
The pupils of the face in the weeds slowly widened.
The smile on the old man's lips deepened. He