Smiles like blossoms, beautiful and captivating.
But in the next moment, a cold wind blew, and blood tears flowed from all these lovely faces.
"Sister, why did you harm me?"
"Why, when I trusted you so much, why did you push me into the fire pit?"
"Sister, do you know, I was tortured to death, a most tragic death..."
"Sister, do you know where my body is buried..."
...
These voices, at first confused, then desperate, gradually turned into one after another of piercing, terrifying cries:
"Sister, I hate you so much!"
"Sister, you... bring me back my life!"
Hua Ruyu was frightened out of her wits, her face devoid of any color.
"It wasn't me, I didn't harm you, I did it for your own good, I..."
But these women refused to listen to any of her excuses, turning into fierce ghosts, rushing towards her, ripping at her.
Hua Ruyu struggled.
But what tore into her was not fierce ghosts, but herself.
