The old man wore a pained expression, which he'd had ever since he learned the female ghost was keeping him alive to find her bones.
He had calmed down a little, knowing that at least the female ghost wouldn't eat him right away. But he remembered what the streamer had just said.
'If I can't find them, is this ghost going to swallow me whole?'
The more the old man thought about it, the more miserable he felt. The problem was, these bones were incredibly hard to find.
He had been walking for a long time, yet he had only found a single white bone—a long one, gnawed on by insects and ants, and covered in black spots.
'But where were the rest of the bones?'
The old man had no idea where the rest were. He desperately wanted to escape, but he was afraid the ghost would devour him the moment he turned to run.
All he could do was sigh in despair. 'I wish I could go back in time and slap myself for ignoring the streamer's warning.'
