As if sensing Su Nian's gaze, the ghost wrapped tightly around the man also lifted its head to look at her.
Its withered limbs coiled around the man's body like springs, holding him in a death grip. Its pale, twisted face rested on his shoulder.
Two eyes, like bloody pits, stared unblinkingly in Su Nian's direction.
"Master, what on earth is happening to me!"
The man's bewildered voice came through. He simply couldn't stand having inexplicably ended up in this state.
"Sanpaku eyes, short and sparse eyebrows... You seem easygoing on the surface, but you're actually very secretive. Your eyebrows are shorter than your eyes, which means you're a loner by nature, finding it hard to truly connect with people. Add to that your twisted features and the murderous glint in your eyes... Have you killed someone?"
Su Nian's tone was devoid of inflection, yet it made the man's entire body go rigid in an instant.
