Zhao Quanshun dared not answer and swiftly withdrew his right hand.
Thinking that the ghost in front of him held his right hand tightly, he yanked it back with much force. To his surprise, it took barely any exertion to free his hand. The unexpected lack of resistance caused him to stumble and fall onto the ground.
"My dear, where are you going?" The green face quickly moved closer.
"Ghost!" Zhao Quanshun scrambled up and dashed towards the door.
Just as he touched the door panel, the green face appeared in front of him again.
"Dear husband, keep me company…"
The shrill voice stirred in Zhao Quanshun's mind like a silver needle, nearly causing him to forget where he was.
At that moment, regret filled his mind.
Why didn't he leave Dingtai Town earlier? Why didn't he heed the advice of the mysterious person?
But it was too late for regrets now.
A pair of green hands already strangled his neck. Quanshun's eyes rolled back in his head, and he could barely move.
