A vivid image flashed through his mind: a pair of ghastly pale, slender legs. He suspected that the woman beside him was their owner—the female ghost!
Instinctively, he shifted backward, trying to put some distance between them. In his haste, however, his back accidentally collided with something—a wooden rack, perhaps.
Several random objects fell with a thud, some landing on him, most hitting the ground, creating quite a commotion.
Before he could stabilize himself, a new wave of unease came crashing down. Just as Yang Xiao tried to gather his thoughts, he heard rustling noises in front of him. Even though the darkness was absolute, he vividly remembered that the corpse lay in the direction the sound emanated from.
