"I have my own channels; follow me, and you'll never lack medicine again." The old man was very confident, his words carrying a hint of mystery.
"We'll talk about joining your group later. The person is secured; come and retrieve him yourself." The corpse ghost seemed bored, put away the stun stick, and sat in the corner of the room, completely hidden under a black raincoat.
"So stubborn, I'm doing this for your own good." The old man checked around again and, after probing the corpse ghost's reaction, whistled.
Three night police emerged from different directions, indicating the old man didn't come alone. If the corpse ghost had intended harm just now, he would likely have been ambushed.
"You called so many people here; do you intend to kill me?" The corpse ghost's eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, emitting a strange sound from his throat as if bones were colliding. Something moved beneath his skin, slowly stretching the raincoat.
