Xiong Wenwen had a premonition of her own death.
It would happen right in this room, with the body lying in that bedroom inside, her head severed on the ground, blood splattered everywhere.
But such an outcome was supposed to be impossible for Yang Jian.
It was quite normal for the people inside to be faceless.
Perhaps one of the faceless persons was the ghost, but the ghost that could only tamper with memories wasn't supposed to have such a murderous method. The ghost attacked by covering people's faces with bloodied newspapers, then stealing their faces and altering their memories, turning others into Ghost Slaves under its control.
Its method of murder was too gentle to be this violent.
Could it be that she was mistaken and there was another ghost in this room?
Yang Jian's expression fluctuated as he tried to analyze something from these scant clues.
