Suddenly, the warm light turned crimson, enveloping the entire room in a dangerous blood-red hue, filled with an eerie atmosphere.
The nun stared in terror, clutching the cross at her chest, praying incessantly.
The light went out, and darkness lingered for a long time. In the silence, only the nun's frantic muttering could be heard.
Whoosh!
The crimson light flared up suddenly, and a pale face appeared before the nun, bleeding from seven orifices, eyes filled with resentment, staring directly at her.
"Ah!!!" The nun screamed in terror, aiming the cross at the disheveled female ghost.
"Ah!!!" Fang Qing let out a piercing scream, her body and limbs convulsing violently, as if encountering a purifying force that could exorcise her.
Then, she suddenly froze and slowly grinned at the nun:
"Just kidding."
"You...what are you?" The nun forced down her fear, trembling as she gripped the cross, as if it was the only thing that could give her a bit of security.