Hearing William's instructions, the ghost's appearance changed, and the blood on her body instantly cleaned itself off. Being a spirit, regenerating her crushed eyeballs was a simple matter. The blood and her horrifying visage were just tricks to scare people.
"Change out of that red dress too, put on something more plain," William said nonchalantly, his head buried in the pillow.
The ghost looked at William's back, contemplating whether this was the moment to strike.
The man before her was undoubtedly powerful, but he seemed unguarded now.
Could she kill him if she attacked at this moment?
"Forget it, forget it!" She looked at William's neck and remembered the chilling look in his eyes that had made her soul tremble—she was, after all, just a soul.
Reluctantly, she transformed into a plain white robe and began to massage William's back.
