In the revolving restaurant of the Emperor Building, 100 candles were lit.
This filled the originally pitch-dark restaurant with light, but the light was eerily sad; the faces of people sitting behind the candles took on a bizarre, twisted appearance.
The first person began to tell a ghost story.
His storytelling skills were not very impressive, yet the story was quite terrifying, chilling the listeners to the bone.
Of course, for Huang Xiaolong, Ma Chuxia, and Huo Bingyan, such ghost stories were utterly boring, nearly putting them to sleep.
It was a story about a hanged ghost, finished in three minutes.
Pfft~~!
The storyteller blew out the candle.
Suddenly, above his head, a layer of mist materialized, heavy with yin energy. Amidst the dense yin energy appeared a hanged ghost in red, its face deathly pale and its eyeballs bulging as if about to burst.
The ghost's crimson tongue, stretched out a whole meter long, wrapped directly around the storyteller's neck!
