Ye Ling
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
When she saw the woman in white, Feng Jiu's brow furrowed slightly and her expression turned icy.
The woman looked so frail that she might fall over with just a gust of wind. She only had a thin dress on and nothing else to protect her from the cold night air as she lay on the stretcher. She didn't even have a blanket to keep her warm.
She didn't move, just stared blankly at the starry sky as if her eyes were pools of still water. Her hair, which was silver-white, was spread out over the stretcher. Between her white dress, white hair and her emaciated appearance, she looked nothing like her former self. All that was left was a visage so horrifying that it was unsettling to look at.
In her current state, she resembled a ghost or an evil spirit who roamed at midnight. She showed no signs of life at all, and even a child would probably cry at her sight.
"Tie her to the frame," an elderly man said, telling others to lift her up and bind her.