Huang Xiaolong looked and saw a girl in a plaid skirt, carrying a backpack and pushing a suitcase, coming out of the school.
Short haired, at first glance, she merely looked a little pale, nothing particularly peculiar.
Oh, and also, she walked on her toes, with her heels completely lifted. She looked as though she were dancing ballet.
'A hanged ghost?' Huang Xiaolong chuckled lightly.
As soon as Huang Xiaolong opened his Heavenly Eye, he saw her true form!
Sure enough, it was a hanged ghost, and a male one. Its eyes were bulging, only showing whites. A blood-streaked tongue hung out, a foot long, and corners of its mouth were constantly dripping with blood.
'Hmm, Tian Fang is already dead. The entity possessing her now is a hanged ghost. To be precise, it's occupying her corpse. Moreover, her soul might have already been obliterated...' Huang Xiaolong watched the horrifying hanged ghost with an ambiguous smile.
