The male ghost, who just moments ago was all teeth and claws, now had his face pressed into the ground without a hint of resistance.
The whole process lasted mere seconds.
Wen Xu felt that today was destined to be a day that would rebuild his worldview.
Receiving confirmation that someone else could see these strange things was already surprising.
But to think she could actually bring them down?
What did all the years of terror mean for him?
Was he simply kind?
From the previous inquiry, Wen Xu had no more secrets that Mu Yunchu wanted to uncover.
So now, she turned all her attention to the ghost.
Gazing at the strangulation mark around his neck and connecting it to his lengthy tongue roughly a meter long, Mu Yunchu deduced that this was a ghost of a man who hanged himself.
Yet, why did he remain in this small house, refusing to leave, became the question worth asking.
"Were you from this village during your life?"
