Gu Lan, who always liked to joke around and not take things seriously, was not in the mood for jokes at the moment. She looked at the old man lying on the ground, feeling the urge to frown, but she realized that her muscles had stiffened, and she couldn't move.
Even when she rushed over in anger to grab the man's neck and later hugged Liang Yuhan, she found that her body seemed to be completely twisted into an abnormal shape.
(⊙o⊙)...
Although she had seen ghosts, her mood was still quite delicate when she became such an ugly thing herself.
Hua Yin saw that Gu Lan was silent and walked to her side. He raised his hand, and his hand passed through Gu Lan's hand.
Gu Lan understood. "You're a ghost?"
Hua Yin tilted his head, his black hair flowing smoothly as he moved. He smiled, his expression gentle and satisfied, like a predator who had found its prey.
"You can say that I am a ghost. But being a ghost is better than your current state."