Appearing like a specter, Qiao An radiated an icy chill from her fingertips. Her seemingly slender arm effortlessly lifted a grown man into the air.
True shock is silent. Everyone only dared to shuffle their feet, backing away to create distance.
The moment his throat was seized, the man's face began to turn crimson. The fear of suffocation washed over him. He wanted to struggle but found he couldn't muster any strength.
Finally, a resident from some unknown apartment upstairs let out a piercing shriek.
The faulty motion-sensor light flickered on. Its dim, yellow glow illuminated the ground at Qiao An's feet, but she cast no shadow whatsoever.
"A ghost! This place is haunted!"
Those words snapped everyone to their senses. The men, who had been so menacing moments before, began to scramble and crawl away, only to be stopped in their tracks by Qiao An's icy voice.
"Run again, and I'll have to come chase you down..."
