"You... Are you crazy? Let go... Let go now, or I will turn on you!" I didn't understand why Qian Wang had suddenly grabbed my throat. I was only able to breathe after struggling to pry his hands off.
Qian Wang's mouth twisted into a bizarre smile, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on me. I barely managed to lift my right foot and kicked towards his stomach, but because I was being strangled, I couldn't muster much strength. The kick had no effect, and instead, the grip on my throat felt even tighter.
I wanted to scream for help, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make a sound. Even if I could, who would hear me? I felt somewhat hopeless. Could this be the life-threatening calamity the Judge and my master talked about?
"Hehehe, I died such a horrible death. You all come and join me..." Hearing this disturbingly eerie voice, I realized the ghost from before hadn't been vanquished—it had just possessed Qian Wang.
