"Huh?"
The girl gave the human head a strange look, a seed of fear sprouting in her heart.
But more than fear, she felt an indescribable sense of grievance—a grievance for her supposed savior.
First, he was accused of being a bad guy, and now a ghost.
But she didn't dare argue. She glanced nervously at the twisted steel pipe on the floor, terrified she'd be crushed just like it.
[Does the host mean that thing is a ghost?]
[I think it's very likely. Why else would it randomly try to drag that girl off the bus?!]
[Oh, so that's what's going on. I actually thought he was a good guy!]
[The more you think about it, the scarier it gets, fam!]
Su Nian took the human head from her Ghost Stick's grasp, her tone dripping with mockery.
"This damned thing. He was a creep when he was alive, and now he's a lecherous ghost after dying!"
