Covered in wetness, Sang Que wiped her face with her hand, feeling the Corpse Mud dissolve on her forehead. Her heart skipped a beat, and as she looked up, the sight before her sent a chill through her bones.
Under the hazy moonlight, a giant, pale arm formed of countless decaying corpses and water plants reached out from the lake, slapping onto the earth by the shore.
Dark red water plants danced provocatively as the swollen, greasy corpses pressed together, struggling fiercely, a raspy sound emanating from their throats.
He Shou'an's soul was spared thanks to Sang Que, but his playmate's soul was dragged by one of the corpses on the enormous hand, crying and struggling futilely, being slowly pulled back into the lake.
Sang Que swallowed with difficulty. The previously seen Evil Spirits paled compared to this sight; this wasn't even the full form of the lake's inhabitant.
Is this the Water Ghost?
A presence called 'ghost' truly is terrifying.
