In the dilapidated temple, the young girl trembled violently all over.
The person before her floated an inch off the ground, his face turning blue in the firelight, mouth wide open as if screaming, but no sound came out.
As if forever frozen in that moment before death.
[Don't make a sound.]
"Ah——" The girl let out a piercing scream.
[Facing you is a ghost, if you want to live listen to me, if you want to die keep shouting.]
The girl abruptly stopped her voice—she covered her mouth with both hands, as if stuffing the sound in and swallowing it.
[Ask him, are you human or ghost?]
"You, you, are you human or ghost?" the girl stuttered, parroting.
Across the firelight, the ghost with the gaping mouth leaned closer, his face growing increasingly hideous and bizarre in the flames.
"I'm a ghost, and you?" replied the ghost.
[I'm a ghost too.]
The girl echoed Li Changzhou: "I'm, I'm a ghost too."
