"Ah, there's a ghost, Grandpa, come save me..." Lin Shutong almost instantly dropped Tongtong from her arms, and then her hands instantly covered her eyes.
Because an elderly ghost, with a skull head, was clawing her way towards her with bared teeth and flailing arms.
The pale skull bore a mess of hair, and from the eye sockets shone a deep red light. A bone-white claw, like a hook, reached out for Lin Shutong's face.
Before it reached her, Lin Shutong felt a piercingly cold air assaulting her face, the bony hand adorned with sharp, dagger-like nails.
A foul stench poured from the rows of teeth in the skull, nearly suffocating Lin Shutong.
Just moments ago, Lin Shutong was convinced that there were no such things as ghosts and goblins in the world, but now the appearance of this female skeleton shattered her worldview on the spot.