"So it really is you!"
The girl's body floated up, her hair standing on end like countless black spikes. She opened her eyes and stared at these people—her sclera had turned pitch-black.
"You should all die! Every last one of you should die!"
Her voice was hoarse. As she raised her hand, those Evil Spirit foods that had turned into biscuits, cookies, wafers and fallen to the ground instantly reverted to their original forms, like time flowing backwards.
One hideous, terrifying Ghost after another drifted in front of the girl, all of them fixing those people with pairs of pitch-black eyes without any whites.
The entire room space twisted. The ones who originally couldn't see the Ghosts all, at the very moment those terrifying gazes locked onto them, suddenly saw the Ghosts!
"Ah—ghosts!"
"Boss, there are ghosts!"
"Run!"
They turned and ran, without the slightest thought of resisting.
