The woman stood facing away from Huo Qi by the window, her face obscured in the shadows, making it difficult to discern. A low, hoarse voice, aged by time, rose within the room, "We are husband and wife."
The voice was a mixture of crying and laughter, conveying a deep, lamentable regret.
Huo Qi's features twisted as he covered his ears with his hands, tears streaming down his face from fear, shaking his head vehemently in denial, "No, we're not!"
His emphatic denial infuriated the woman, and the room filled with a surge of Evil Qi rushing towards him.
The woman's head was like a doll's, rotating slowly, as her empty eyes stared fixatedly at Huo Qi.
What was truly horrifying was that her body stood still while she turned her head.
Huo Qi had seen this scene several times before, each occasion frightening him enough to momentarily stop his heart.
It was terrifying!
He wished he could stop breathing right then and there to escape.
