It was still only afternoon.
The sky was not yet dim.
Everything in the manor was clearly visible.
Especially after the ghost Wang Xiaoqiang had released in the meeting hall came out. It was not as though no one had witnessed it, aside from the staff inside the building.
Outside the manor, beside the corpses strewn across the ground.
Ma Youcai, who had barely managed to salvage half his life, rubbed his neck, which felt as though it could split apart at any moment. Before he could recover from his shock and fear, the sight before him made his face turn deathly pale, and his entire body went limp.
A person—no, it could no longer be considered a person.
The figure before him was now nothing more than a severely decayed corpse, reeking of rot. Most of the flesh on its body had already decomposed, exposing stark white bones.
As for its face, scarlet flesh clung to a skull, and it did not even have any eyeballs.
Such a being would have been considered a corpse anywhere.
Yet it was still alive.
And it could still move.
It was even walking toward them from afar.
"A ghost!"
Ma Youcai was so terrified he nearly fainted.
He knew that Ghost Tamers dealing with vicious ghosts was terrifying, but when he truly saw a ghost appear before him, that fear was enough to shatter a person's sanity.
The sun overhead was blazing.
By rights, in July weather like this, standing beneath the sun should have brought nothing but heat. Yet all Ma Youcai felt at that moment was bone-deep cold.
It was as though the blood throughout his body had frozen in that instant.
The severely decayed ghost slowly walked over and stopped beside Wang Xiaoqiang's corpse.
*What does it want to