Elton wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to maintain his composure. He was still somewhat sober and spoke seriously.
"Shut up, of course it's a person, not a ghost. It's just that this woman is too ugly."
Ashley , holding a glass of wine, moved closer to Elton.
"Young Master Elton is right, there's no such thing as ghosts. I'm obviously a person, just disfigured since childhood, making me look a bit scary.
Come on, it's no fun drinking alone. Young Master Elton, let me toast to you."
Ashley leaned in, her ugly face magnified in front of Elton. His eyes widened, and his stomach churned.
"Gah!" Elton wretched and vomited.
She was the ugliest woman he had ever seen.
"Get away from me, you hideous freak."
The others, already having drunk their fill, were suddenly confronted with this unpleasant sight, and their stomachs churned as well, feeling a wave of nausea.
