Ningmeng Busuan had been through plenty of instances, but she had never seen a ghost with such a sad expression before.
Previous ghosts all bore ghastly faces, charging at people to bite them, terrifying anyone who laid eyes upon their pallid countenances half to death.
But this ghost was a bit different. She lowered her head and looked at the photograph in her hand.
The ghost in the photo was sprawled on the ground, struggling. It seemed as if something was pressing down on it, restricting its movements.
Despite the ghost's futile struggles, it appeared pitiful, feeble, and helpless.
"This..." Wenqin Tan Jiu, standing nearby, was also staring at the photo with an odd expression. "What's going on?"
Just a moment ago, this ghost had been lurking nearby, seemingly ready to ambush the Doctor.
How, in the blink of an eye, had it ended up convulsing on the ground as if it were having an epileptic fit?
It looked rather comical.
