"Smack."
Zhang Xiaoshan mercilessly slapped He Qing hard across the face.
"Ah."
The pain jolted the unconscious He Qing awake with a scream.
"Who, ghost, ghost..."
Deep in the darkness, He Qing was already on the verge of a mental breakdown. Upon seeing a shadow swaying in front of her as she opened her eyes, she screamed in panic.
"Stop screaming, I'm not a ghost."
Light filtered in from outside, outlining Zhang Xiaoshan's silhouette.
"It's, it's you..."
When she realized it was Zhang Xiaoshan, He Qing grew even more terrified.
Tormented to the point of being unrecognizable, she found Zhang Xiaoshan far scarier than any ghost.
"When, when are you going to release me? Please, release me, I beg you, let me go. I promise I won't investigate your case anymore. I'll stay far away, isn't that enough?"
"Let me go."
He Qing changed her previously sharp manner of speaking, starting to plead humbly.
"Heh heh."
But Zhang Xiaoshan showed no sign of letting her go.
