"Don't be afraid, it can't climb up. Throw all the remaining chicken eggs at it!" the master shouted at me, then ordered everyone sitting in the chairs to smash all leftover eggs on the Hanged Ghost.
Crack crack crack... Whether it was because the Hanged Ghost climbing in midair made everyone miss their mark or something else, I saw many eggs hitting the table, but fortunately, quite a few landed on the body of the Hanged Ghost.
Gulp... The Hanged Ghost, with its head hanging down, fell heavily, as if it had been lifted by an invisible hand and flipped in midair before crashing down. I thought it certainly didn't fall lightly because I felt a slight vibration on the table. If I could feel the vibration even on a table more than thirty meters high, how could it not have fallen hard?
Eh, it's not moving anymore? Did it just die from the fall? It seems the master was right; it depended on the rope that was hanging it. Once the rope broke, it became like a toothless tiger.
