It was still staring at me...
When she turned and saw the dead head with its attached spine on the floor, Qiao Ziruo felt all the blood in her body freeze.
Was I going to die?
The impact of seeing a Vengeful Ghost appear before her own eyes was entirely different from the earlier veiled hints and her own imagination.
Qiao Ziruo's mind had gone completely blank. Her entire body was rigid, utterly incapable of moving.
What kind of world was this...?
Why was this happening?
Thud-
She landed on her backside and could no longer move at all.
She suddenly understood why most small, weak animals in wildlife documentaries could only tremble before predators.
With that bloody dead head staring at her, she could barely even blink, as though someone had pressed pause. This was not the Vengeful Ghost's ability, merely a manifestation of having completely lost the will to survive when faced with a terrifying being far beyond herself.
This was pure fear.
Was I going to die...?
At that instant, other images began flashing rapidly through Qiao Ziruo's blank mind.
Her family's hardships, her impoverished childhood, the loneliness of studying late into the night, the helplessness of struggling to understand lessons, the joy of receiving a scholarship... every memorable moment of happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy in her life so far flashed through her mind, one after another.
Only then did Qiao Ziruo experience firsthand that the human brain truly had not been fully utilized.
It had reviewed her entire life without her permission, yet only an instant had passed in the real world.
So... it was true that scenes flashed through people's minds before they died.
At this point, all thoughts had become meaningless. Instead, Qiao Ziruo turned her gaze back to the dead head that