A deathly pale rain of love letters, carrying a faint scent of ink and a sinister chill, drifted toward all the Eerie surrounding the vehicles.
A male Eerie with an ashen-blue face curiously reached out a ghostly hand and caught a love letter.
His withered fingers pinched the paper and slowly unfolded it.
He took just one look.
The male Eerie suddenly froze in place. Pitch-black tears of blood seeped from his hollow eye sockets, and even his ghostly soul seemed rooted to the spot, utterly stunned.
Several breaths later.
He jerked his head up, let out a heart-wrenching wail, and swung his fists at another male Eerie beside him like a madman.
"It was all your fault!"
"Xiaofang loved me back then!"
"This is the love letter she wrote to me!"
"She's mine!"
The male Eerie sobbed as he viciously beat the other, every punch aimed at a vital point in his soul-body.
The male Eerie being beaten was bewildered and initially kept backing away.
But.
Once he understood what he was hearing, he flew into a rage, his soul-body twisting.
"Fuck! Tian Fang is my wife!"
"You had a crush on my wife, and you think you're in the right?"
"You're dead!"
Those words contained an absurd amount of information.
Within moments.
The two male Eerie were locked in a brawl.
Hooks, punches to the chin, even vicious moves like Monkey Steals the Peach.
Every move was meant to kill. They clearly intended to beat each other into scattered souls, never to reincarnate again.
In the chaos, an Eerie watching from the sidelines was caught in the crossfire and took a heavy punch.
"Fuck! Who the hell are you? You dare hit me?"
The Eerie who had been hit immediately retaliated with a punch.
The male Eerie who