The medicine the Nurse Ghost injected was immensely potent. Even the rotten flesh on the powerful Flaying Ghost began to dissolve.
Maggots burrowed out of the rotten flesh, giving off an unbearably pungent stench.
Even Lin Luo felt a little nauseated at the sight. It was truly disgusting.
At the same time, Lin Luo realized this ghost was not simply a Flaying Ghost. The rotten flesh on his body was probably just a disguise.
It was just as Lin Luo had expected.
All the rotten flesh fell off the ghost, revealing his true appearance.
His eyeballs had been gouged out, and an eerie green light shone from his two empty sockets.
His ghostly body was hardly sturdy, pieced together from rotten, damp straw.
For a moment, even Lin Luo could not make out much about this ghost.
"So you aren't a Flaying Ghost."
The Nurse Ghost was surprised too. The oppressive presence this ghost gave off was probably not much weaker than the Director Ghost's!
"Of course not. I'm no low-grade trash like a Flaying Ghost."
Even after being stabbed by the Nurse Ghost, he showed no resentment and continued trying to win her favor.
"Xiaoru, I was a Cursed Scarecrow in life and suffered countless torments. After death, I became a Straw Ghost. With my status, I'm more than worthy of you."
Even Lin Luo looked shocked at these words.
The Cursed Scarecrow was a cruel, superstitious folk practice.
Supposedly, to avoid natural disasters and human calamities, ignorant villagers would find a child born during the hour of the Ox by the lunar calendar.
The child would be penned up like livestock from an early age. Once grown, they would be stripped of their skin and flesh, stuffed with straw, and left to die under the blazing sun.
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