The woman struggled desperately, trying to burst out of the bedroom, but Su Nian kicked out.
This time, she put her full strength into it. The female ghost shrieked as the kick connected.
A loud THUD followed, as if she had slammed into a wall. Then, the door mysteriously shut on its own.
Su Nian retracted her foot, turned, and went to the kitchen to grab a cleaver.
Inside the bedroom, the woman was completely disoriented from the impact. Unbearable pain consumed her, making it impossible to concentrate and vanish.
But her disorientation quickly turned to terror. At some point, a shadow had fallen over her face.
A man in a wheelchair had appeared before her.
The man's legs were severely atrophied, and he looked utterly listless, but his face was alight with a twisted excitement.
"Ah Zhen, have you come to see me?"
