But Lin Luo did not dare let his guard down at all. From what he knew, ghosts that looked harmless were often much harder to deal with once they attacked.
"Sir, let me check your pulse."
As Lin Luo spoke, he was about to use the Crimson Demon Finger to look through the old ghost's memories.
But the old ghost stopped him.
"You've misunderstood. I came here to see whether you could treat my adopted son."
The old ghost spoke shakily, then placed a bundle on the table.
At the sight, Lin Luo had a vague sense of foreboding.
Although a filthy cloth covered it, he could still make out a rounded object underneath.
As the old ghost pulled the cloth away, Lin Luo's expression changed despite himself. It was much as he had suspected-a blood-drenched human head.
What made it horrifying was that the head was still stubbornly alive, though his eyes were dull. He clearly had no desire to live.
Lin Luo knew he could not ask about a patient's condition, but the appearance of this head had disrupted his treatment routine.
Fortunately, the old ghost lost his patience first. Pointing at the head, he said, "Young man, you have to cure my adopted son. Ideally, you should make his limbs grow back."
At this point, a trace of menace crept into Late Twilight Old Ghost's voice.
It was obvious.
The head's limbs and torso had all been removed by Late Twilight Old Ghost.
This seemingly harmless Late Twilight Old Ghost was clearly far more terrifying than the Big Fat Ghost Lin Luo had encountered earlier.
It seemed that, in order to get him killed,
the Clinic Owner, Black-Hearted Ghost, was already sparing no expense.
Normally, even Black-Hearted Ghost would have to steer clear of a terrifying old