What the hell was this!!?
At the sight of the corpse hanging in his room, He Zheng froze in place, a rush of icy dread surging through his heart.
A corpse inside, a ghost outside.
He had no idea whether this corpse might be an even more terrifying ghost.
Overwhelmed by fear, He Zheng's head buzzed, and for a moment, he lost the ability to think.
The ghost had not left. It kept mechanically ramming the door, each impact shaking the entire room. The corpse hanging from the beam swayed back and forth, like a scythe creaking as it swept repeatedly overhead.
The room was deathly silent, save for the mingled sounds of his heartbeat and the pounding on the door.
He did not know how much time passed-perhaps a few seconds, perhaps half a minute. Only when the pounding gradually faded and the corpse still showed no reaction did he slump to the floor, unable even to stand.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"
He Zheng could not help swearing three times, venting the terror inside him.
Staring at the corpse before him, he swallowed dryly, unsure what to do.
Fortunately, after he waited a long while, the corpse still seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary corpse. After all, if anything were wrong with it, he would probably already be dead.
Even after realizing this, however, He Zheng dared not lower his guard. He kept his eyes fixed on the swaying corpse and backed into a corner, pressing his back firmly against the wall, as though only that could give him a shred of security.
He stared fixedly at the corpse, not even daring to blink.
He did not know what the purple Daoist robe signified, but he could guess that this priest had probably held a high rank in