The Disintegration of Persona

Fu Ming was pale with fright, pounding frantically on the carriage door, yelling and screaming to get off the train. However, the door seemed welded shut, utterly immovable...

Wanwan looked at the ghostly figure in the red dress in the compartment ahead, feeling a strange familiarity with the face that was patched with seams.

"Have I seen her somewhere before?" Wanwan muttered to himself.

Huang Xikong chuckled lightly and hinted, "You had a fight with her."

"Oh, she's that bride ghost..."

She was a vengeful spirit, particularly fierce! She had scared his brother so badly that he nearly jumped out of his skin, tears streaming down his face at the time...

Huang Xikong leaned back in his chair, his delicate eyebrows and eyes outlining a faint smile. "Her name is Qiu Gu, my wife's cousin."

Wanwan exclaimed in surprise, "Why does her spirit show so many patched seams everywhere?"