A Hungry Ghost is squatting on the ground, its two withered claws constantly rummaging through the human corpse on the ground, stuffing things into its mouth that mumbles incoherently.
The ghost's emaciated body and grotesquely swollen head block the view from behind.
Yet the unnamed Demon Hunter is already familiar, almost instinctually picturing the scene there.
The human's body has been gutted, and the ghost is stuffing everything inside into its mouth.
Human flesh, the foul stench in the intestines, the rank fluid in the kidneys...
To a Hungry Ghost tormented in the Hungry Ghost Dao, these things are delicacies.
The only consolation for the Demon Hunter is that the person was likely dead before the ghost started eating.
It's a slight comfort that the victim's death was not so painful, and a relief for not having to face a tricky enemy.
Because a ghost that consumes the Essence Qi of the living wouldn't look this primitive.
