"Trying to scheme against me?"
Su Nian revealed a sinister smile. The ghost hanging highest up had already rolled its eyes back, its jaw feeling like it was about to dislocate.
Its lower body was being weighed down by its good brother, while its head was hung up by Su Nian. Its head was on the verge of being torn from its body.
Su Nian ignored their low whimpers and instead turned to look elsewhere.
A misty black aura floated over the village. Every house had it, which meant the ones who had died here were no saints.
It was already afternoon by the time Su Nian had followed the two of them here. Elsewhere, the sky was still clear, but here, it was already starting to grow dim.
The sun had already disappeared, and it seemed as though something was slowly coming back to life in the unseen shadows.
Su Nian held up her phone, panned around in a circle, and then went back into the house.
