Beneath the puddle on the table, the silhouette of an evil hound emerged, menacing and eerie, as if ready to leap out at any moment.
The pale-faced man was evidently someone from the supernatural realm. Although an insignificant figure, he had the keen perception expected in that world. He immediately felt his hair stand on end, as an inexplicable fear surged through him.
There was no mistake.
The shadow beneath the water seemed like an evil hound, but no matter how you looked at it, it was a vengeful ghost.
"Is there something wrong with this woman? No, no, she's fine. She's just an ordinary person. The problem is with that glass of water."
The pale-faced man glanced at the spilled glass.
He could be sure that someone had previously stored a supernatural entity inside this glass of water. Once spilled, the vengeful ghost would be released.
Realizing this, he didn't even dare to approach the table, instinctively retreating further away.
Danger, death, right at the doorstep.
