"Wang Yang, you son of a bitch! She's just a child!"
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! If the people in this village find out, we'll be killed and no one will know!"
Possessed by a female ghost, Xiaorong's face started to contort, lightning clinging to her like a maggot on a bone, unable to shake off the struggling ghost.
Soon, Xiaorong's face changed to that of a crying young girl.
"No, don't kill me... I didn't see anything..."
"Damn it! You tricked even me, you bastard..."
Xiaorong's body became a battlefield, faces emerged and vanished, struggling, roaring, fighting.
Malicious words continually surfaced from the ghost's body, hidden secrets unveiled.
This guy named Wang Yang was a feng shui Daoist wandering through villages, and for some unknown reason, he became a teacher at this school.
Wang Hui, a teacher at the school, was the one who introduced him here.
